Quotes About Expectations

If ever there comes a time when everyone you vote for wins and they do everything you think they should do, there will still be a gap between what is and what ought to be.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time.

My doctor is nice; every time I see him, I'm ashamed of what I think of doctors in general.

I'm not superwoman. It's impossible to do everything 100 percent all of the time. And suggesting that women should be able to do it only puts more pressure on them.

What do you imagine the American people would think of me if I wasted my time going to the ball game?

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

America is a country no one should go to for the first time.

Grow up, Donald Trump. Grow up. Time to be an adult. You're president. You gotta do something. Show us what you have.

You're too young. I've met Miss Dix. She wants women who are matronly and not pretty. You fail on both requirements.

felt that he just wanted somebody to keep a house clean for him and do the shopping and the cooking. He was always in the garage with his cars, working on them, doing something. All he wanted was food and sex, and that was it. Any time we did talk, it would end up in arguments.

families who coexist all year tend to become dysfunctional with the pressure of holiday emotions. Perhaps humans expect more out of life during the festive season. Those over the age of ten are usually disappointed. CHAPTER ONE In 1975 the Friday before Thanksgiving was icy and bleak.

PUTIN: "No civilized state can live without a legislative institution. A great deal depends on the Duma. We expect efficient, systematic work." ALEXANDER

We've made hyper motherhood a measure of female success.

There's some muscle group around your shoulders that seizes up during the perfection dance and doesn't let go until you are asleep, or alone. Or maybe it never really lets go at all.

What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is unconditional love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, a complete and total willingness to pour their hearts out to me, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn't supposed to touch the bone.

Nearly everyone I meet expresses deep sympathy about the fact that I have never married. Sometimes I wonder why.

Anyone familiar with the love affairs between men and women could have told them that theirs would soon be over.

There were a thousand ways to imagine someone unhappy and so few ways to imagine someone contented.

When I got older I realized that the majority of people in Miller's Valley were the most discontented kind of Americans, working people whose situations hadn't risen or fallen over generations, but who still carried a little bit of those streets-paved-with-gold illusions and so were always annoyed that the streets were paved with tar. If they were paved at all. Maybe

Occasionally Rebecca wished her son would not be so very kind to her, as though she was the losing pitcher on a Little League team.

The truth was that their marriages were like balloons: some went suddenly pop, but more often than not the air slowly leaked out until it was a sad, wrinkled little thing with no life to it anymore.

As with many marriages, hers was based on essential misconceptions. In her case she had been misled into thinking Peter was reliable, perhaps because he was very careful always to put cedar shoe trees into his shoes and because he always wore the same cologne, a bay rum that could be had only from a shop in a London arcade. It turned out that he was not reliable, just finicky about small personal things like that. He still used a shaving brush and a straight razor.

There are two kinds of men: men who want a wife who is predictable, and men who want a wife who is exotic. For some reason, Peter had thought she was the latter. But even if that had been the case, the problem inherent remains the same-- once she becomes a wife, the exotic becomes familiar, and thus predictable, and thus not what was wanted at all. Those few women who stayed exotic usually were considered, after a few years, to be crazy.