Quotes About Expectations

I absolutely hated 'Gattaca.' I left the theater shaking my head because the science in the film was just terrible. No genetic test will ever tell you how many heartbeats you have left. No genetic test will ever be more accurate in telling an employer how well you'll do at a job than your performance at a past job would be.

Theater audiences don't pull punches. They'll let you know when they're feeling ripped off.

I would be a terrible person to be in a relationship with because I'm either sleeping or at the theater.

You should always ask for a refund at the theatre, apart from my shows, of course, where I won't be handing out any refunds.

I was prepared for the theatre, but not for the nuts and bolts.

I'd always try to get a C, maybe a B. Other girls would trot off a brilliant essay and go off to Oxford; I'd think: 'Where is the justice?' I took A-levels in English, history and theatre studies and got three Bs.

The regrets in the theatre have always been the shows that you know ought to have worked but for one reason or another haven't.

And as a filmmaker, I'm trying to unhook myself from this idea that unless you have a brilliant, long, enormously lucrative theatrical run, that your movie somehow failed. And I don't believe that.

I think that big, sort of theatrical relaunches tend to set you up for failure and hype.

Our political leaders have great responsibilities, but as with many situations in life, people often rise or fall to meet your expectations. Our responsibility as citizens is to expect our leaders to lead and to give them enough support so that they may do so.

Josephine looked at the scrawled note from her sister. A small huff escaped her, but she was not as overcome as Charley had been. "It will be hard to pass up an invitation like that," she said. She passed the note to Krista. Krista did not laugh at all. "Good, I hoped you'd say that," Charley said.

Preacher's baby had arrived, and Joe liked babies—he'd been an uncle five times. He'd always thought that by now he'd have a couple of his own. The

That's the thing with overachievers, something he knew only too well—people always thought it was easy for them, that it was effortless, or lucky.

Let me ask you something—does Mrs. Haggerty like children?" "She wants a houseful. I was really looking forward to starting on that." "Did you ever discuss a possible adoption?" "No. And we sure never talked about adopting an ex-girlfriend's offspring." Paul sighed heavily. "She's going to kill me," he muttered.

Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.

Maybe, if you're very nice, I'll let you watch a movie with me." He smiled at her. "I bet they're all girl movies that make you cry." He used his thumb to wipe a tear away from her cheek. "Cameron, everything makes me cry. Haven't you noticed?" "It's pretty normal. Pregnant women cry a lot, whether they need to or not.

She'd obviously be more at home in a marble mansion with a pool. What the hell was she doing with that old Weatherby ranch house? That wouldn't last long. "Exotic chickens, my ass," Walt muttered to himself as he shut down the computer and headed for bed.

And that's when he learned that for women, all things are possible, and for men, time is required. There was recovery involved. Women, apparently, could just hop back on that bus, while the men were left to deal with a flat tire. He committed that to memory—these gorgeous creatures needed no time to get ready again.

Don't people disappoint you sometimes?" she asked Mel. "Sure," she said. "But fortunately not as often as they surprise and impress me.

Oh, really. This saving-up business—I guess you think you're the only one who missed it. Huh?" "Well… You got a little pissy there for a while…." "Well, John, you told everyone it was ovulation day! You're going to have to learn to be a little more discreet in the future." "Anything

I missed a lot of life being the perfect student.

I had paid for this over and over with moments of neurotic despair, but it had been worth it. I had somehow always countered my desire for a knight in shining armour by forming bonds with men I didn't like, or with men who were so off the air there was no hope of a permanent relationship.

Boys will be boys, people said, as if being a cruel, destructive monster was a rite of passage.

What did she know about growing up average in the age of Instagram? In a postfeminist world with rampant impostor syndrome and an epidemic of anxiety?