Quotes About Expectations

That's the trouble with putting women on a pedestal. You do that, and they always fall off - knocking you over on the way down.

but every woman has a great deal of experience presenting herself as someone other than who she is, since no girl is ever everything the world wants her to be.

She understood the charges of profligacy and shallowness pelted at the Upper Ten Thousand, at those whose entire lives revolved around endless arrays of entertainment. But she also knew that for those on the inside, it was the only way they had been taught to live. Few, in the end, ever truly defied the way they were taught to live.

love is more like beef brought over from Argentina on refrigerated ships: It might stay fresh for a while under carefully controlled conditions, but sooner or later its qualities will begin to degrade. Love is by and large a perishable good and it is lamentable that young people are asked to make irrevocable, till-death-do-we-part decisions in the midst of a short-lived euphoria.

She glanced down at the muffin, as if debating whether to drench it with even more butter. The term Maximum Tolerable Chins popped into Mrs. Watson's head—it had come up the first time they sat down at the table together, the benchmark for whether Miss Holmes ate as she wished or gave in to the lamentable necessity to curb her appetite. With visible regret Miss Holmes set down her butter knife.

every woman ought to strive for—when in fact love is more like beef brought over from Argentina on refrigerated ships: It might stay fresh for a while under carefully controlled conditions, but sooner or later its qualities will begin to degrade. Love is by and large a perishable good and it is lamentable that young people are asked to make irrevocable, till-death-do-we-part decisions in the midst of a short-lived euphoria.

every woman has a great deal of experience presenting herself as someone other than who she is, since no girl is ever everything the world wants her to be. But

The accompanying note from her younger sister, on the other hand, said next to nothing. Lord Ingram stared at it. How should he interpret this apparent coolness on Holmes's part? She'd long been open in her desire to take him as her lover.Now that it had happened, were two forays to his bed enough? Were his days of being propositioned by Holmes over? And what would he do if that was the case?

Perhaps she had always been a monster, but even the lady monsters of the world couldn't escape the expectations that came of being women.

I'm surprised when people are not me. I'm shocked when they are not them.

We expect more from technology and less from each other.

The idea that we can be exactly what the other desires is a powerful fantasy.

Our new media are well suited for accomplishing the rudimentary. And because this is what technology serves up, we reduce our expectations of each other.

We now expect more from technology and less from each other.

Networked, we are together, but so lessened are our expectations of each other that we can feel utterly alone. And there is the risk that we come to see others as objects to be accessed— and only for the parts we find useful, comforting, or amusing.

What is it with you men?" she asked. "You've been begging me to make a decision and now that I have, you don't seem to want to accept it.

We are not well served by being lulled into unjustified expectations.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

It might be that women who have been nurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taught to have too much respect

Dreams then were to be expressed in building railroads and factories, in boring gas wells, stringing telegraph poles. There was room for no other dream and since father could not do any of these things he was an outlaw in his community. The community tolerated him. His own sons tolerated him.

People in your own family are likely at any moment to do strange, sometimes hurtful things to you. You have to watch them.

Part of what trips us up is that we expect life and relationships to be easy. There is nothing easy about life, and relationships especially seem to stir up every hidden demon, every dusty complex, every latent unshed tear from our own life and our parents' histories hidden away in the attics of their psyches. Relationships ask us to grow in ways that nothing else does or can.

We're so deeply conditioned to believe that there's a right or wrong choice that when it comes time to make even minor decisions in life, we're scared of messing up.

The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says: It's a girl.