Quotes About Expectations

The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is.

I don't want a sharp chick who quotes Kerouac; I just want to hear my old lady say, "Get up and fix the toilet, it's still making noise.

I have had many patients who expected themselves to perform in ways which were constitutionally impossible. We were not created equal except for the respect which we may demand for who we are. Sorting the possible from the impossible empowers these people to give their energies to the things they can do, and to leave to others those which they are inherently unprepared.

In his essay for Wired, Thompson writes that "we're learning to live in front of a crowd." That's precisely the problem. The strain of living in front of a crowd, 24/7, 365 days a year, is what causes real celebrities to fall apart. Remember Britney Spears shaving her head and attacking that car with an umbrella? Spears was 25 years old at the time. She wasn't a teenager. She was (or was supposed to be) a mature adult. She was the mother of two young children.

Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

Pe parcursul recuper?rii, îngrijitorii trebuie s? continue s? cear? în mod direct s? li se împlineasc? nevoile È™i dorinÈ›ele È™i s? nu mai aÈ™tepte de la ceilalÈ›i s? ghiceasc? la fix care sunt aceste nevoi.

Most people fail in life not because they aim too high and miss, but because they aim too low and hit.

No one rises to low expectations

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wished to be loved doesn't mean that they don't love you with all that they've got.

My dear Mina, why are men so noble when we women are so little worthy of them? Here was I almost making fun of this great hearted, true gentleman. I burst into tears, I am afraid, my dear, you will think this a very sloppy letter in more ways than one, and I really felt very badly. Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?

A schoolfellow of Vronsky's and of the same age, he was a general and was expecting a command, which might have influence on the course of political events; while Vronsky, independent and brilliant and beloved by a charming woman though he was, was simply a cavalry captain who was readily allowed to be as independent as ever he liked.

The poet replied: "I always am, my child; you will be too in a few years. While one is climbing the ladder, one sees the top and feels hopeful; but when one has reached that summit, one sees the descent and the end which is death. It is slow work ascending, but one descends rapidly. At your age one is joyous; one hopes for many things which never come to pass. At mine, one expects nothing but death.

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I'm cracking open.

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

People aren't always what you want them to be

The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.

In school, they would tell you that life wouldn't come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don't. Don't go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.

Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.

We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.

Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?

So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.

I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I have anticipated eagerly for years. So why do I feel so unsatisfied? Everyone is merry. They haven't a care in the world. And perhaps that is it. How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much.