Quotes About Expectations

So does your Uncle Kevin." "I'm sick of being the smallest boy. We need another one so I have somebody to pick on, too." "Oh…great." It was scary to think her baby was going to be the low man on the totem pole of trickle-down family dynamics.

I kind of resent this attitude of men that we somehow must always look good.

We naively repeat the words "for better or for worse" and then are shocked when the first hint of "worse" rears its ugly head.

I don't know if you have ever experienced the suffocating confinement of others' expectations on your life, but it is a very difficult burden to bear.

Are you as happy as you thought you'd be , I ask. Yes. And his smile is touchingly pleased. I thought you'd look happier , I say, but after all, when I am looking at you, you're with me!

The key in letting go is practice. Each time we let go, we disentangle ourselves from our expectations and begin to experience things as they are.

Well, that's the lesson, I suppose," Zoe said. "We can never predict who will love us or where we'll feel love in return.

There are a lot of good things about being famous but there are a few not so good things too.

You know when everyone's watching, your mom and dad, your friends in high school who thought they were better than you. You get your chance to get in the spotlight and shine.

Just as you need the man in your life to love you unconditionally, even when you're not particularly lovable, your man needs you to demonstrate your respect for him regardless of whether he's meeting your expectations at the moment.

We're taught at such a young age that you can always be better and that you're never perfect and that you're never good enough.

He would wear the ornery, stick-wielding Penguin on his chest and carry the expectations for saving hockey on his shoulders.

In the second period, he hit the crossbar, and the fans chanted in singsong, "Overrated!" and "Parise's better!

It's just..." She scrubbed a hand across her face. "I keep looking for someone to share life with, someone patient. Not afraid of a mop or use the stove. Even-tempered, understanding, not allergic to emotion." She closed her eyes momentarily. "Someone sweet." Hunter stifled a grimace. She was describing a female with a penis.

There is something threatening about a woman who is not occupied with children. There is something at-loose-ends feeling about such a woman. What is she going to do instead? What sort of trouble will she make?

The conversation went on for another half hour, before this man's girlfriend, who had not said much of anything until then, remarked, Being a woman, you can't just say you don't want a child. You have to have some big plan or idea of what you're going to do instead. And it better be something great. And you had better be able to tell it convincingly - before it even happens - what the arc of your life will be.

When I was younger, thinking about whether I wanted children, I always came back to this formula: if no one had told me anything about the world, I would have invented boyfriends. I would have invented sex, friendship, art. I would not have invented child-rearing.

When I strip away my dreams, what I imagine to be my potential, all the things I haven't said, what I imagine I feel for other people in the absence of my expressing it, all the rules I've made for myself that I don't follow--I see that I've done as little as anyone else in this world to deserve the grand moniker I.

To fit oneself into the smallest spaces in the hopes of being loved -that is entirely womanly

Perhaps our vision of how life should be is actually no fun at all, and neglects to include the exciting people we have yet to meet, who make the stupid ways life seems to happen, happy after all.

When I strip away my dreams, what i imagine to be my potential, all the things I haven't aid, what I imagine I feel for other people in the absence of my expressing it, all the rules I've made for myself that I don't follow--I see that I've done as little as anyone else in this world to deserve the grand moniker I.

Life is not a harvest. Just because you have an apple doesn't mean you have an orchard. You have an apple.

Do I want children because I want to be admired as the admirable sort of woman who has children? Because I want to be seen as a normal sort of woman, or because I want to be the best kind of woman, a woman with not only work, but the desire and ability to nurture, a body that can make babies, and someone who another person wants to make babies with? Do I want a child to show myself to be the (normal) sort of woman who wants and ultimately has a child?

As I was watching, I thought about how unfair it was that she and I had to think about having kids—that we had to sit here talking about it, feeling like if we didn't have children, we would always regret it. It suddenly seemed like a huge conspiracy to keep women in their thirties—when you finally have some brains and some skills and experience—from doing anything useful with them at all.