Quotes About Expectations

You cannot expect stone to be as pliable as clay.

and I imagine that, though cold and haughty in her general demeanor, and even exacting in her requirements, she has strong affections for those who can reach them . . .

I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company - why - it will be the worse for him - that's all.' 'If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must, indeed, be careful whom you marry - or rather, you must avoid it altogether.

He knows he is my sun, but when he chooses to withhold his light, he would have my sky to be all darkness.

Of him to whom less is given, less will be required, but our utmost exertions are required of us all.

But supposing I could be so generous as to take delight in this, stil it is only a child; and I can't centre all my hopes in a child: that is only one degree better than devoting oneself to a dog

I was not sent into the world merely to exercise the good capacities and good feelings of others - was I? - but to exert my own towards them; and when I marry, I shall expect to find more pleasure in making my wife happy and comfortable, than in being made so by her: I would rather give than receive.

Now I only have one rule. Before I do anything I ask, Is it okay? Because I'm an American woman and they don't expect me to act like a Hmong anyway, they usually give me plenty of leeway.

Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.

This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.

If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous, rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc., etc.

I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.

Later on, when you're older, you won't be able to enjoy anything any more. You'll say, "Oh, I read that twenty years ago in some book." You'd better hurry if you want to catch a husband or fall in love, since everything is bound to be a disappointment to you. You already know all there is to know in theory. But in practice? That's another story!

I only look at her as a mother, and she doesn't succeed in being that to me.

I'm frequently in need of consolation, I often feel weak, and more often than not, I fail to meet expectations. I know this, and every day I resolve to do better.

Du bist doch eine echte Rabenmutter.

Cel mai r?u e c? nici tata, nici mama nu înÈ›eleg c? nu-È™i îndeplinesc obligaÈ›iile fa?? de mine È™i c? eu îi condamn pentru asta. Poate oare cineva s?-È™i mulÈ›umeasc? pe deplin copiii?

My parents are pleased, but they're not like other parents when it comes to grades. They never worry about report cards, good or bad. As long as I'm healthy and happy and don't talk back too much, they're satisfied. If these three things are all right, everything else will take care of itself.

I have in my mind's eye an image of what a perfect mother and wife should be; and in her whom I must call "Mother" I find no trace of that image.

Are there any parents who can make their children completely happy?

Really, it's not easy being the badly brought-up center of attention of a family of nitpickers.

The author of this book ciritcizes the youth of today from top to toe, without, however, condemning the whole of the young brigade as incapable of anything good.

Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should, stupid, cowardly, calculating, etc., etc. All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn't antagonize everyone.

How did you ask a man, Oh, by the way, did you ask me to marry you the other day or were you merely suggesting I become your mistress? Formality was the key to surviving this, she hoped.