Quotes About Expectations

I turn to go. I was so hopeful this morning, I had such stars in my eyes imagining how this was all going to go. God, what a jerk Peter is. Good riddance to him!

My mother caught my eye and she mouthed, Shake on it like a man, and I knew she was thinking how sexist Mr. Fisher was.

I always think I could like skiing and then I go on a ski trip and I remember, oh yeah, I hate it.

it's scary when it's real. when it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real person in front of you, with, like, expectations. and wants.

The first couple of days of school are always throwaway days of handing out books and syllabuses and figuring out where you're sitting and who you're sitting with. Now is when school really begins.

How come you never dated anybody?" I shrug. "I don't know...because nobody ever asked?" "Bullshit. I know for a fact that Martinez asked you to homecoming and you said no.

Just because they did it doesn't mean we automatically are, or that he automatically even wants to." Does it? "He definitely wants to." Gulp. "Well, too bad, so sad, if that's the case. But honestly, I don't think it is." In this very moment I decide that Peter and I will the relationship equivalent of a brisket. Slow and low. We will heat up for each other over time.

winning was always important, and doubly so because I was a girl and was never expected to win anything. Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you're the underdog.

I glare at him. "You're just mad because I didn't die of happiness because the great Peter Kavinsky said he liked me. Your ego really is that enormous." His eyes flash. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't show up on your doorstep with flowers and profess my undying love for you, Lara Jean, but guess what that's not real life. You need to grow up.

How come you never dated anybody?" I shrug. "I don't know...because nobody ever asked?

C'est effrayant quand ça devient réel. C'est une chose d'avoir des sentiments pour quelqu'un. C'en est une autre d'avoir la personne en face. De gérer ses attentes. Ses envies.

It's disappointing, how little self-control boys have.

Ideals are replaced by conventional goals at a certain age.

It wasn't like I was expecting Senior year to be some amazing experience. If anything, I was prepared for it to be pretty much a letdown. Everyone would be looking ahead to college and getting sick of seeing the same faces we've been looking at for the last three years.

There is a husband who requires mileage receipts, another who wants sex at three a.m. One who forbids short haircuts, another who refuses to feed the pets. I would never put up with that, all the other wives think. Never. But my agent has a theory. She says every marriage is jerry-rigged. Even the ones that look reasonable from the outside are held together with chewing gum and wire and string.

There is a husband who requires mileage receipts, another who wants sex at three a.m One who forbids short haircuts, another who refuses to feed the pets. I would never put up with that, the other wives think. Never.

I never liked to hear the doorbell ring. None of the people I liked ever turned up that way.

Is she a good baby? People would ask me. Well, no, I'd say.

There is a husband who requires mileage receipts, another who wants sex at three a.m. One who forbids short haircuts, another who refuses to feed the pets. I would never put up with that, all the other wives think. Never.

Jenny Offill gets at this idea in a passage from her novel Dept. of Speculation—a passage much shared among the female writers and artists of my acquaintance: "My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his umbrella. Véra licked his stamps for him.

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead.

Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.

When you're in a car which can win every race, or fight for a win every race, that is pressure.

Making a fixed promise that is subject to high levels of uncertainty and then requiring people to meet that promise at all costs is like putting the performance cart before the horse. The result is likely to be the distortion of profitability over time and, in exceptional circumstances, outright fraud.