Quotes About Expectations

Deliver more than you promise.

I think dreams can come true, but not necessarily like fairy-tales. It's not always so perfect like that.

We arrive with our...'baggage' and for a while they're brilliant, they're 'Baggage Handlers.' We say, 'Where's your baggage?' They deny all knowledge of it...'They're in love'...they have none. Then...just as you're relaxing...a Great Big Juggernaut arrives...with their baggage. It Got Held Up. One of the greatest myths men have about women is that we overpack.

Men want a girl who looks like a boy. They want to protect her but she must be a survivor. And she must come...like a train...but with...elegance.

Why am I so diffident and apprehensive when it comes to something that means a lot to me?

So if you're dealing with a nonperforming employee, particularly on issues related to work ethic, I suggest that you begin by asking three questions: Has this employee received a written job description? Have you published some sort of general, written policy that outlines requirements for practical work issues like starting time, lunch breaks, stopping times, making or receiving personal phone calls, etc.? Does this person understand how you like to receive reports?

Life does not have to go how you think it will," Tomasz says. "Not even when you are very sure what is going to happen.

What do you do when your dreams are about to come true?" she asks. "No one ever tells you. They tell you to chase them, but what happens when you actually catch one?" "You enjoy it. Do your best, try not to be a dick.

Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it's pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.

You're a good boy. I wish you didn't have to be quite so good

The thing is, Todd, people don't really want freedom, no matter how much they might bleat on about it.

Jared exhales a long, long time. "Dude." I just swallow. It's loud in the silence. "I think it's starting again." "It's probably just the pressure of everything," Jared offers. "Finals, your massively unrequited love for Henna–" "Don't say unrequited." ". . . your massively invisible love for Henna . . ." I hit him on the arm. It's friendly. More silence.

My parents believed that baby talk and avoiding topics was almost child abuse. That you'd end up raising swaddled little morons to send out into the world to be eaten alive. I preferred it when adults expected me to teach up to them rather than always leaning down to me.

Being the best gives you nowhere to go but down. It also makes you a target, for if someone else wants to be the best, they have to beat you, don't they?

Do you just want to get by? Or do you want to make me proud?

Someone's parents have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs.

Kid's books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that we take extra care with children's food.

And if you had the right sort of mind, the sort of mind that actually sees what it looks at, you might notice that his eyes were odd. If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.

Estoy harta de que solo me valoren por mi intelecto.-Se recostó en la silla y estiró los brazos por encima de la cabeza-. ¿Cuándo encontraré a un chico guapo que solo me quiera por mi cuerpo?

If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.

Someone's parents," he said, "have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs.

That's basic psychology. You dress a beggar in fine clothes, people treat him like a noble, and he lives up to their expectations." "That's only the smallest piece of it," Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's…" Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

I'm so tired of being appreciated for my intellect." She leaned back and stretched her arms over her head. "When will I be able to find a nice boy who just wants me for my body?

meeting and never even show up for it. Not that that's anything new in my life…." Denna