Quotes About Expectations

Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that.

Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil

At first a woman doesn't want anything but a husband, but just as soon as she gets one, she wants everything else in the world

Getting married for sex is like buying a 747 for the free peanuts.

The woman cries before the wedding; the man afterward.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

It doesn't matter anyway, whether you've been asked proper or not. I guess I've heard of women who want fancy sweet talk and even rings and such, but I didn't take you for a woman who'd need that nonsense.

calm. "I'm just thinking I haven't really . . . um . . . seen you yet. I mean you seem . . . young. You feel really young." And beautiful. She felt very young and beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . . well, it's going to be awkward.

We don't like death. We'd rather produce seeds another way. But death to ourselves, our agendas, our expectations, our hopes is necessary to find deep joy that comes when we fully relinquish ourselves to the gospel.

When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

When I became a Christian as a teenager, I gathered a false belief to myself that my Christian friends would be my forever friends. Surely, since we both loved Jesus and followed Him, we would always be in each other's lives. No one would hurt the other -- because Jesus! It didn't take long for that theory of mine to be tested by reality.

Sometimes we control our family members because we idolize and idealize our perfect plan over the journey that God has laid out for them. (p. 56)

Jase promised me a lifetime with him. He promised a mountain full of trees and a family that would grow to love me again. He promised we would write our own story. And I made promises too.

They placed me on a pedestal from the day I was born! What choice did I have but to be perfect!

As we got older, their mischiefs continued to be shrugged off, but mine were not, and I knew from that point that I was measured from a different stick than my brothers.

It wears on a person, you know, always having to be perfect. You know that one day something will happen,some problem that won't fit into a neat little project. Something that can't be fixed. Then where does that leave you?" She doesn't hesitate. "You become mortal like the rest of us," she says.

No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure is familiar. I always tried so hard to be everything they wanted

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

She never promised me tomorrows, and now I knew why.

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

She never wanted Robbie to feel entitled because he was a boy, and she never wanted Vanessa to feel limited because she was a girl.

Those wedding magazines pollute a woman's brain: designer dresses, thousands of flowers, and so much tulle! It's too much.