Quotes About Expectations

Why is it 'housewife'? What would I call myself if we lived in a hotel? Nobody ever puts down just 'wife,' or even just 'mother.' If you haven't got a job, and you don't keep house, then you aren't anything. apparently. I wish I was something else. I mean, besides keeping house, I wish I was a designer, for instance. The children would think a lot more of me, if I was a designer. Maybe Tom would, too.

She had always been faintly disappointed in herself, disappointed in school because she had not been remarkable, disappointed when she married because she had not become the perfect housekeeper, most of all disappointed in herself as a mother.

What is wrong with you? ARe you the only guy in the universe who doesn't like a blow job?

We're never what our parents expected. They have to learn that lesson.

When I was 20, I thought I was 30 - but I was so far from it. When you're young, you want everything to happen now. As you mature, you can look back and see all the great things you achieved with time and patience.

Numberless are the hours, child,' Mr. Valmont said to me soon after I entered, 'that I have employed in pondering on your welfare:—yet you are not the docile and grateful creature I expected to find you.

Those we love are entitled to resent the allowances we make for them.

I should have known you were no better than the rest of them. You are only a man, you do not have the ability to control yourself, but she," Lady Catherine nodded sagely, "she knew exactly what she was doing. Fluffing her feathers and shaking her tail for you! It was disgraceful!

Just remember this, Emma -- not every Jell-O salad turns out perfect. But it can still taste real good.

The closer we are to someone, the more we expect from him. We are disappointed, confused, angry, hurt, encouraged, happy, or ecstatic in our relationships according to how close our expectations meet reality. Realistic vision frees us to relate to those close to us with the same objectivity we are able to use with those who touch our life but are not intertwined with our needs.

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.

Perhaps she doesn't care for anybody by this time — who knows? She wrote one, or two, or three kind notes to me, and promised to 'venir m'embrasser' before she left Paris; but she did not come. We both tried hard to please her, and she told a friend of ours that she 'liked us'; only we always felt that we couldn't penetrate — couldn't really touch her — it was all vain.

Girls in my profession know a little too much about men. The ones who want to know a woman as a person are fewer than you'd hope, and most of those don't even realize it about themselves. They don't care who a woman is, or what she's scared of, or who she wants to become. They think they want a woman, but what they really want is a flattering looking glass wearing lipstick and telling them what they want to hear.

It's funny, ain't it, that nobody holds giving men the illusion they want about themselves against wives, though they hold it against the sisters. And nobody holds it against the illusionists, though they do against spiritualists. I'm not quite sure how to explain what I'm driving at, except it seems to me that these things is all linked.

When we love, it is hard to forgive the beloved for not being the person we imagined them.

this community would never be what I wanted. Too many other people wanted it to be different things. It would always have to be a compromise between my ideals and theirs.

Preconceptions influence the outcomes.

If they couldn't be together, and content; if they couldn't avoid being unhappy, even for a little while; if they were expected to take individual responsibility for their collective decision and suffer consequences for it…they did not wish to.

You're going to get fired by the Synarche before they even really hire you, if you keep up this line of thinking." He laughed his light machine laugh. "This line of thinking is why they want me, Haimey.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

But what a horrible world 'society' is.

You know, even grown-up people cannot do what they want most" "Then why grow up?