Quotes About Expectations

What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits.

You can't make a race horse of a pig." "No," said Samuel, "but you can make a very fast pig.

He has come to be the great man he thought he wanted to be. If this is true, then he is not a man. He is still a little boy and wants the moon.

And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness.

I have noticed that there is no dissatisfaction like that of the rich. Feed a man, clothe him, put him in a good house, and he will die of despair.

Ain't you thinkin' what's it gonna be like when we get there? Ain't you scared it won't be nice like we thought? No, she said quickly. No, I ain't, You can't do that. I can't do that. It's too much - livin' too many lives. Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one. If I go ahead on all of'em, it's too much.

She felt hurt that he had agreed so easily. And she laughed sourly at herself that she could ask a thing and be hurt when she got it.

Will liked to live so that no one could find fault with him, and to do that he had to live as nearly like other people as possible.

Only mediocrity escapes criticism.

He had good children and he raised them fine. All doing well -maybe except Joe...they're talking about sending him to college, but all the rest are fine.

It would be a mistake to name them for qualities we think they have," Samuel said. "We might be wrong—so wrong. Maybe it would be good to give them a high mark to shoot at—a name to live up to. The man I'm named for had his name called clear by the Lord God, and I've been listening all my life. And once or twice I've thought I heard my name called—but not clear, not clear.

If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor inside hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do'll make him feel rich

Most lives extend in a curve. There is a rise of ambition, a rounded peak of maturity, a gentle downward slope of disillusion and last a flattened grade of waiting for death.

Young Henry was conscious, this night, that he had lived for fifteen tedious years without accomplishing any single thing of importance. And had his mother known his feeling she would have said, 'He is growing.' And his father would have repeated after her, 'Yes, the boy is growing.' But neither would have understood what the other meant.

he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do'll make him feel rich—not rich like Mis' Wilson was when she give her tent when Grampa died.

Toen ik heel jong was en de drang om ergens anders te zijn voelde, verzekerden volwassen mensen me dat volwassenheid me van dit verlangen af zou helpen. Toen ik, wat jaren betreft, volwassen was geworden, was middelbare leeftijd de voorgeschreven remedie. Op middelbare leeftijd werd mij verzekerd dat een nog hogere leeftijd de koorts zou doen afnemen en nu ik achtenvijftig ben, is seniliteit wellicht de oplossing.

Kur pinigai, ten ?prastos elgesio normos gali ils?tis.

Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.

Those born rich are harder to please than those born poor.

Soportó la maternidad, el club-jardín y los cócteles. Compartió el café de la mañana con la mujer de la limpieza y el coñac de medianoche con su marido, confundiendo la lujuria de borracho con la reconciliación. El mundo crecía a su alrededor: hijo tras hijo surgieron de entre sus piernas [...] Ella alimentaba al mundo pero no era alimentada por él

Janet was a woman in whom early beauty had bred high expectations. Their disappointment brought with it a soured idealism, an idealism capable only of finding the world faulty.

He realised that in a town a man cannot live as he wishes, but as other people wish.

If prayer actually worked, everyone would be a millionaire, nobody would ever get sick and die, and both football teams would always win. —Ethan Winer

I never rewatch the great films of my favorite directors because I'm afraid they won't hold up.