Quotes About Expectations

Cuando pensaba en el porvenir, una avalancha de días, apretujados los unos contra los otros, se le venía encima y se venía encima de su casa y de sus hijos. Para él, los días no contaban de la misma manera que contaban para los demás.

Some adults abused as children feel pressure to outperform everybody else. They believe that they must try harder and work harder because they are not as good. They may feel driven and obsessed.

It was a noteworthy lesson, even for someone who'd been fed a daily diet of italicized lessons: that people in high places, luminaries with advanced degrees in Classics and in possession of excellent manners, can disappoint you as profoundly as anyone else.

It's weirdly reassuring: when adoration is selfish, it's not going anywhere.

I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women with principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they'd been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only the few who will pay full price. You get what you pay for.

Women still dream and hope, pin their emotions on some man who doesn't reciprocate, and end up in confusion.

If she had been born a hundred years later, she would very likely have been encouraged to be angry, told she had a right to express her anger and her sorrow and her bewilderment and her rage, and generally to disintegrate. These were not the expectations of her friends and family. Nothing could have been further from her expectations of herself. Instead, she threw herself into serving others.

I wonder if she allowed the man to see her eagerness and scared him? Possibly her failure to wait quietly caused him to curtail the friendship.

A missionary plods through the first year or two, thinking that things will be different when he speaks the language. He is baffled to find, frequently, that they are not.

Some young ladies meet a man and from there it is all plain sailing, but this is not the usual way it happens.

You don't do so well with marriage. I don't think you've begun to realize all there is for you to love. And I know you better than anyone & here's what I know about you: You have so much love to give! But I feel like you're all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying, Where are the apples?

I decided in high school that I wasn't going to get married too soon. I'd forgotten that you can also wait too long, and then the only candies left in the box are the squished ones, rejected for their questionable insides. And if I'm honest, I'd have to count myself among those with questionable insides.

It's funny how, oftentimes, the people you love the most are given the least margin for error.

You have so much love to give! But I feel like you're all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying, 'Where are the apples?' 

A man doesn't always make room in his life for appreciating certain things that seem to be under women's auspices, but there's a satisfaction in some of them. The toilet seat, though. Up. And there are other grim pleasures in doing things he didn't used to get to do. Cigar right at the kitchen table. Slim Jims for dinner.

You know who does it right? You know who does loving right?" "Who?" "Nobody. I mean, people can't even Ã¢â'¬Â¦ If you get a cat because you just loooove cats, you're going to have plenty of days when you hate it because it's acting like a cat. Do you know what I'm saying?

I don't know why I can't stop crying. Too much good news lately, I guess. Bad news I can handle. I expect bad news. I've dealt with bad news all my life. Good news makes me cry.

don't know why I can't stop crying. Too much good news lately, I guess. Bad news I can handle. I expect bad news. I've dealt with bad news all my life. Good news makes me cry.

Every mother has the assurance that her baby will love her. But a baby has no assurance at all of being loved in return.

She'd read enough issues of Parents and Parenting magazines in recent weeks to understand that no matter when or how one became a parent, one had no idea what one was getting oneself into until it was too late. She'd learned, too, that no matter how chaotic and challenging the child, parents grew to love them unconditionally.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realisation is something of an ordeal. Expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realise themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is subtly but often painfully felt.

I felt mocked. That's what I get for trusting you. He took a step back. Excuse me! Trust doesn't mean you get the response you want from someone, but that you'll get an honest response, and that the other person will stick by you even when you can't agree. Stick by you for how long, through how much? I wondered. What is the expiration date on trust?

Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they've just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that's just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn't happen to me, I don't want to think it happens to anyone else.

In reality there is no normal. Normal is something people have agreed to invent so we have something to compare ourselves to. Normal should be the least of your worries.