Quotes About Expectations

El amor debería tener muchas condiciones. El amor debería exigir que ambas partes den lo mejor de sí mismas en todo momento. El amor incondicional es un amor indisciplinado y, como ya hemos visto todos, el amor indisciplinado solo conduce al desastre.

y sé que me voy enfadar: esa sensación de inhalación rápida, labios que se tensan, hombros que se alzan; esa sensación de <>. ¿Es que los hombres no conocen esa sensación? No quieres enfadarte, pero te ves obligada a ello, prácticamente. Porque una regla, una buena regla, una regla agradable, ésta siendo quebrantada.

That's what he learned from his life so far: always aim smaller.

I had a new persona, not of my choosing. I was Average Dumb Woman Married to Average Shitty Man. He had single-handedly de-amazed Amazing Amy.

Ser hija única conlleva una responsabilidad injusta; te educas en la certeza de que en realidad no tienes permitido causar desengaños, ni siquiera tienes permitido morir. No tienes sustitutas que puedan reemplazarte gateando por la casa; eres todo lo que hay. Eso te conduce a desesperarte por ser perfecta y también te vuelve ebria de poder. Así se crean los déspotas.

In truth, I wanted her to read my mind so I didn't have to stoop to the womanly art of articulation.

I'd been careful to be low-maintenance, easygoing, cheerful, all those things people want women to be.

There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even

Amy m'avait fait croire que j'étais exceptionnel, que je pouvais prétendre au même niveau de jeu qu'elle. C'était ce qui nous avait faits, c'était ce qui nous avait perdus.

Paper is first year,' I said. At the end of Year One's unexpectedly wrenching treasure hunt, Amy presented me with a set of posh stationery, my initials embossed at the top, the paper so creamy I expected my fingers to come away moist. In return, I'd presented my wife with a bright red dime-store paper kite, picturing the park, picnics, warm summer gusts. Neither of us liked our presents; we's each have preferred the other's. It was a reverse O. Henry.

The TV goes to a commercial for air freshener. A woman is spraying air freshener so her family will be happy. Then to a commercial for very thin panty liners so a woman can wear a dress and dance and meet the man she will later spray air freshener for. Clean and bleed. Bleed and clean.

No estás saliendo con una mujer, estás saliendo con una mujer que ha visto demasiadas películas escritas por hombres socialmente inadaptados a los que les gustaría creer que este tipo de mujer existe y podría besarles.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they're fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.

I waited patiently—years—for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.

Why in God's name do you even want to be with me? I'm boring, average, uninteresting, uninspiring. I'm not up to par. You spent the last few years telling me this.' 'Only because you stopped trying,' I say. 'You were so perfect, with me. We were so perfect when we started, and then you stopped trying. Why would you do that?

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best.

the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don't they? She's a cool girl.

You'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

He thought I'd be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind. In my two years on the job I'd consistently fallen short of expectations.

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get the chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best.

I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined.

Detta var i princip det värsta som skulle kunnat drabba min tävlingsinriktade hustru: ett samhälle med belåtna medelmåttor.

waited patiently – years – for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.

There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.