Quotes About Expectations

Children don't have any honor, you see, and they aren't expected to, because it's too difficult for them. It's too painful. But to become an adult, one must step into the field of honor. Everything will be expected of you now. You will need to be vigilant in your principles. Sacrifices will be demanded. You will be judged.

So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun.

The writer Rebecca Solnit puts it well: "So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun." Perfectionism

Perfectionism stops people from completing their work, yes—but even worse, it often stops people from beginning their work. Perfectionists often decide in advance that the end product is never going to be satisfactory, so they don't even bother trying to be creative in the first place.

I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

There is a quiet glory [in] merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations.

La experiencia me ha enseñado a ser cauta a la hora de conocer a mis héroes en persona; puede ser muy decepcionante

I had wanted more, and I had not wanted more. A familiar old tale, from the lives of girls.

May I assume that everything about a traditional wedding is repugnant and off-putting to you?" "That's correct.

If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger. Because that's like somebody telling you that all you need in order to lose weight is to be thin, or all you need in order to have a great sex life is to be multiorgasmic: That doesn't help!

It's only that I've waited so long to grow up, but now there's nothing worth growing up for.

But there is one critical gift that a traditional Hmong bride almost always receives on her wedding day which all too often eludes the modern Western bride, and that is the gift of certainty. When you have only one path set before you, you can generally feel confident that it was the correct path to have taken. And a bride whose expectations for happiness are kept necessarily low to begin with is more protected, perhaps, from the risk of devastating disappointments down the road.

women all seemed to be living in constant service to their husbands. (They either served their men happily or with resentment—but they all served.)

May I also urge you to forget about passion? Perhaps you are surprised to hear this from me, but I am somewhat against passion. Or at least, I am against the preaching of passion. I don't believe in telling people, "All you need to do is to follow your passion, and everything will be fine." I think this can be an unhelpful and even cruel suggestion at times.

AÈ™a se întâmpl? mereu în cazurile de iubire disperat?, nu? În astfel de cazuri, ne invent?m întotdeauna personajele jucate de partenerii noÈ™tri, le cerem s? fie ce vrem noi s? fie, apoi suferim când refuz? s? joace rolurile respective.

But what does any of that have to do with vocation? What does any of that have to do with the pursuit of love? What does any of that have to do with the strange communion between the human and the magical? What does any of that have to do with faith? What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations?

Moreover, I can't say I ever fantasized about marrying him. In general, of course, the thought of marriage gave me a hemmed-in feeling, and I didn't long for it with anyone. But certainly not with Frank. I couldn't imagine us sitting at a breakfast table, talking over a newspaper. Planning vacations. That picture didn't look like either of us.

Moreover, when I see Felipe fly off the handle in public, it messes around with my cherished personal narrative about what a gentle and tenderhearted guy I have chosen to love, and that, frankly, pisses me off more than anything else. If there is one indignity I shall never endure gracefully, it is watching people mess around with my most cherished personal narratives about them.

To be honest, I didn't understand what I was doing at college, aside from fulfilling a destiny whose purpose nobody had bothered explaining to me.

I didn't know what I was doing at college aside from fulfilling a destiny that no one bothered explaining to me.

What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations? I

So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun.

old. I had been trained to believe that a woman was supposed to have children by her mid-thirties—or at least that she was supposed to want them. And if you didn't follow that path, what kind of woman were you? Desiccated, tired, useless. Sexless. A spinster. A hag. An old bag. An old maid. Old.

You can always find girls who can dance like angels, and some boys, too. But to get a man who can dance like a man—that's not easily found. This kid is everything I'd hoped he would be.")