Quotes About Expectations

And were they still like that, she wondered--these new girls, this new generation? Did they still feel one thing and do another? Did they still only want to be wanted? Were they still objects of desire instead of--as Howard might put it--desiring subjects?

Now, how do the young prepare to meet the old? The same way the old prepare to meet the young: with a little condescension; with low expectation of the other's rationality; with the knowledge that the other will find what they say hard to understand, that it will go beyond them (not so much over the head as between the legs); and with the feeling that they must arrive with something the other will like, something suitable. Like Garibaldi biscuits.

They don't mind what their kids do in life as long as they're reasonably, you know, healthy. Happy. And every single fucking day is not this huge battle between who they are and who they should be, what they were and what they will be.

Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

Love is indeed blind, and it makes you imagine qualities in a person that don't exist.

The world is full of people who remain in relationships that they realize they have no business in. Yet, they stay, hoping and praying for change, believing that the other person will eventually appreciate them and recognize their value.

It was the usual story of penniless young men, who think themselves obliged by their birth to choose a liberal profession and bury themselves in a sort of vain mediocrity, happy even when they escape starvation, notwithstanding their numerous degrees.

she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see...

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

Then she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see

For what can excuse a man in the eyes of other men for lack of strength?

Ah never married her for nothin' lak dat. She's uh woman and her place is in de home." Janie made her face laugh after a short pause, but it wasn't too easy. She had never thought of making a speech, and didn't know if she cared to make one at all. It must have been the way Joe spoke out without giving her a chance to say anything one way or another that took the bloom off of things. But anyway, she went down the road behind him that night feeling cold.

Ah'm uh man even if Ah is de Mayor. But de mayor's wife is somethin' different again.

But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over. In a way she turned her back upon the image

Before it happened to me, I'd look at other people who had become really successful and think, 'What a dream. That must be absolutely everything they ever wanted.' When it does happen to you, you realize yes, it's incredible. But it also comes with a bit of a weird aftertaste.

Marriage is absolutely not something I'm scared of, but it isn't necessarily the be-all and end-all.

I was used to being successful in school, but academics didn't make me happy.

I learned long ago to accept the fact that not everything I create will see the light of day.

Suddenly, if I were to be seen in a sex comedy, it wouldn't be acceptable to my fans.

Having all eyes on me at all times is hard to deal with, but it's great. It feels like you've already accomplished something. It's already predetermined that you're going to do well.

No woman was good enough for me, according to my mother.

If you can't hold yourself accountable and get your job done then you're not going to be successful.

The thing about this sport is you will be held accountable for your words come a certain date.