Quotes About Unexpected

Nothing prepared me for your smile

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

You wake up every morning with a smile on your face because you've got a new day you never expected to have. And there's a sense of wonderment. Nothing short of magical.

I wake up every morning literally with a smile on my face, grateful for another day I never thought I'd see.

Ja, ich wollte versuchen, dankbar zu sein, aber es geht nicht, Johanna, die Kinder haben mein Leben verdreht, und keiner hat mir gesagt, es würde so kommen, als sei das eines der größten Geheimnisse der Menschheit und niemand dürfte es preisgeben.

The voice on the other end said, "Lord Mollusk, we've lost China." "Define lost." "It's not there anymore, sir." "Well, that's no good, is it?" I said. "No, sir. We thought you should know." "Yes, I'll look into it. Mollusk out.

looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen?

Earp forced Kowalsky into a back room, pulled out a revolver, and told the lawyer to get ready to meet his maker. Kowalsky's jowly face dropped onto his chest and he dozed off. Earp stormed from the room, saying, "What can you do with a man who goes to sleep just when you're going to kill him!

The unexpected aristocratic dissenter of 1917, Lord Lansdowne, was entirely right to see that the war had irrevocably unleashed "the prostitution of science for purposes of pure destruction.

I felt a stack of shelves, and these were filled with plastic bottles and maybe buckets, and one object that felt like the worst thing in the world but which turned out later to be a sandwich.

My partner and I are going to be run over by a rabbit driving a Citroën" just isn't the sort of thing that occurs to most people, no matter what kind of life they've led.

Love has a funny way of showing up when you aren't looking for it and didn't plan on it.

The Lion was much amused to think that a Mouse could ever help him.

My question was:How did I go from merely seeing the dirty French Santa in a bar to being in his hotel room the next morning? And this presented me with an actual equation. How did one plus one equal old French Santa?

Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. How I loved those flower moments, like when he pointed out the moon and Jupiter, but they were rare, and never to be expected.

The lesson? To respond to the unexpected and hurtful behavior of others with something more than a wipe of the glasses, to see it as a chance to expand our understanding, even if, as Proust warns is, 'when we discover the true lives of other people, the real world beneath the world of appearance, we get as many surprises as on visiting a house of plain exterior which is full of hidden treasures, torture-chambers or skeletons.

Our designs go wrong because our feelings of contentment are woven from fine and unexpected filaments.

The core – and perhaps unexpected – thing that books do for us is simplify. It sounds odd, because we think of literature as sophisticated. But there are powerful ways in which books organise, and clarify our concerns – and in this sense simplify.

When we are young, we think life will be like a su po: one fabric, one weave, one grand design. But in truth, life turns out to be more like the patchwork cloths—bits and pieces, odds and ends—people, places, things we never expected, never wanted, perhaps. There is harmony in this, too, and beauty. I suppose that is why I like the chogak po.

Death displays nothing if not variety in its methods, which are often surprising and sometimes amusing.

Friendships hold fast for decades and then rip without warning.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

Isn't it strange how life turns into melodrama?

Rut emerged with a goddamn scimitar