Quotes About Expectations

Idols aren't just stone statues. No, idols are the thoughts, desires, longings, and expectations that we worship in the place of the true God. Idols cause us to ignore the true God in search of what we think we need. Covenantal Gods

She'd often observed that people generally lived up to whatever expectations they had of themselves. Building someone's self-confidence did a lot more good in getting the best results out of people than making them feel as if they couldn't do anything right.

A pity,' observed I, 'you're so hard to please - so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!

Why do you love him, Miss Cathy? - Nonsense, I do - that's sufficient. - By no means; you must say why? - Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with. - Bad. - And because he's young & cheerful. - Bad, still. - And because he loves me. - Indifferent, coming there. And he will be rich and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband. - Worst of all.

No, come here, Miss Catherine, now and then: not every morning, but once or twice a week.' The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt.

He was rather too indulgent in humouring her caprices; not from affection, but from pride: he wished earnestly to see her bring honour to the family

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls:

Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered - 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?

You marry? Why, the man is mad! or he thinks us fools, every one. And do you imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you?

Lako vam je popustiti njihovim prolaznim hirovima sve dok se oni svojski trude da predvide sve vaše želje. Me?utim, može se naposljetku dogoditi da se posva?ate oko ne?ega što je jednako važno za obje strane, pa ?e se tada oni, koje nazivate slabima, pokazati nepopustljivima kao i vi.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

lucy went along with her mother because ginny wanted her to, because lucy felt it was what girls did with their mothers - watch in silence as, under the cones of dryers, mothers fell out of listening range and into the distance.

His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So, when the whole things spills, you aren't as devastated.

But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true.

There are no absolutes in relationships. You can't take anything for granted. You can count on absolutely nothing but the unexpected. You only get in trouble when you start thinking that you're some kind of exception to the rule.

Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.

I think I hoped for something more. Maybe I even hoped that I could find in Richard what I had with Ben. But it is suddenly very clear: Richard is not fallin in love with me and I'm not falling in love with Richard. We are not creating anything permanent or special. We are only having fun together. It is a fling- a fling just like he said last night- a fling with an ending yet to be determined. I feel relieved to have it defined

Why do I need to have reasons? When someone decides to have a baby, people don't go around asking what her reasons are.

It's heartbreaking when you love a book that fails. And it always seems to happen to the nicest authors.

Their collective advice: don't settle. Keep looking. Find Mr. Right. That is what they all did. And by God, I think they believe it. Because nobody who marries at the ripe age of twenty-three can be settling. Naturally. That is a phenomenon that only happens to women in their thirties.

Because sometimes I have the feeling that everyone thinks that everyone else is living a fairy tale. Especially in the South. People fake things so much. Put on a happy face and show off your perfect life.

I have a fleeting fantasy of telling her that procreation isn't a contest, any more than SAT scores and making the cheerleading squad and getting into a good college and all the other things, both big and small, that she turned into a contest when Janie and I were young, going all the way back to whose baby teeth came in first, according to my mother.

I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.

I also appreciate Amy's forty-something perspective that the thirties are a grind for many, and motherhood isn't the constantly blissful journey everyone thinks it will be when they attend their pink or blue or yellow baby shower.