Quotes About Expectations

In fact, no group of parents—married, single, step, or even empty nest—reported significantly greater emotional well-being than people who never had children," she said. "It's such a counterintuitive finding because we have these cultural beliefs that children are the key to happiness and a healthy life, and they're not.

Let's face it--the beauty queens and young girls touting virginity pledges are simply purity porn stars. Whether it's actual porn or mythologized purity, the end goal is to be desirable to men, and what women may actually want for themselves, sexually or otherwise, is lost.

Everyone declares that love is irrational, and yet everytime this statement is proven correct, they profess amazement. They seem to assume that love will make an exception in their case. It never does.

In relationships it is best to assume nothing.

My Macbook is my new boyfriend, except that he's dependable and meets all my demands.

We often reward mediocrity because it is comforting. If they can do it, anyone can do it.

My emotional range is limited. I can't do grief, but rage is my friend. For instance, I hate death by sickness. It is nothing like Homer, the Old Testament, and Tolkien led me to expect. It is not noble and awe-inspiring. No one delivers a final soliloquy. It is as abrupt and banal as the flicking of a switch.

Psychoanalysis is essentially a theory of unconscious strivings, of resistance, of falsification of reality according to one's subjective needs and expectations.

Nema gotovo nijedne aktivnosti, ili poduhvata, koji, kao ljubav, zapo?inju s tako velikim nadama i o?ekivanjima, a koji se ipak tako redovno izjalovljuju.

This loss of identity then makes it still more imperative to conform; it means that one can be sure of oneself only if one lives up to the expectations of others.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: No hay casi ninguna actividad, ninguna empresa, que comience con tan tremendas esperanzas y expectativas, y que, sin embargo, falle tan regularmente, como el amor (Erich Fromm)

Lieber Stephan, sagte Fabian leise, es ist rührend, wie du dich um mich bemühst. Aber ich bin nicht unglücklicher als unsere Zeit. Willst du mich glücklicher machen, als sie es ist? Und wenn du mir einen Direktorposten, eine Million Dollar oder eine anständige Frau, die ich lieben könnte, verschaffst oder alle drei Dinge zusammen, es wird dir nicht gelingen.

Ich weiß, was euch zu eurem Glück noch fehlt. Wir sollen zwar kommen, und gehen, wann ihr es wollt. Aber wir sollen weinen, wenn ihr uns fortschickt. Und wir sollen selig sein, wenn ihr uns winkt. Ihr wollt den Warencharakter der Liebe, aber die Ware soll verliebt sein. Ihr zu allem berechtigt und zu nichts verpflichtet, wir zu allem verpflichtet und zu nichts berechtigt, so sieht euer Paradies aus. Doch das geht zu weit!

We had fancied our task would be different, only to find we were to be trained for heroism as though we were circus-ponies. But we soon accustomed ourselves to it. We learned in fact that some of these things were necessary, but the rest merely show. Soldiers have a fine nose for such distinctions.

Lepe su te žene koje nas spre?avaju u tome da postanemo polubogovi, prave?i od nas o?eve porodica, gra?ane, ljude koji zara?uju novac, pošto su nas pre toga uhvatile iluzijom da nas ?ine bogovima.

Postoji jedna tajna koja se ne zna unapred: uvek se dobija više nego što se daje - ali kad bi se to znalo unapred, ne bi se dobilo ništa.

we were being trained to be heroes the way they train circus horses, and we quickly got used to it.

Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?

It amused him that women as a class were so wonderfully vulnerable, as if they believed that the codes of conduct that applied in their safe little hometowns, like Alva, Clinton, and Percy, might actually still apply once they had left behind their dusty, kerosene-scented parlors and set out on their own.

Burnham and Root became rich men. Not Pullman rich, not rich enough to be counted among the first rank of society alongside Potter Palmer and Philip Armour, or to have their wives' gowns described in the city's newspapers, but rich beyond anything either man had expected, enough so that each year Burnham bought a barrel of fine Madeira and aged it by shipping it twice around the world on slow freighters.

He disliked the social obligations of the captaincy.

Sex with Jonas was okay, but he was unsatisfied. According to him I was supposed to be having orgasms, but I had no idea what that was or how to do it. It didn't matter to me, I loved fucking and I just wanted to be close to him.

I didn't understand what he was doing, what he wanted from me. Because in my experience, people wanted something from each other. To use them, to gain friendship, for a romantic relationship. I didn't think he had any of those three as his motivation, and it was like a Rubik's Cube that I kept turning around and around with no solution

I didn't ask for much money, Mr. Mason, only enough to get by on. I figured that the world owed me a living.