Quotes About Expectations

Well," David said, breaking a fry in half and examining the fluffy insides. "He runs a fertilizer plant." Stevie looked up at him sharply. Was he making fun of her parents? A pilot and someone who ran a crap plant?

When people at school looked online for party outfits and looks, she was genuinely confused. There were people who seemed not only to understand these things, but to accomplish them. A striped top, a wide-brimmed hat, shorts for that "special beach weekend." Lipsticks for fall, jeans that were perfect for a hayride, pendant earrings for that holiday party and snowball fight. Who lived these lives?

She was a pretty girl, with a pointed face and blue-black hair. But she was an untidy, a dusty sort of girl, and you felt that in a few years something might go wrong; she might get swollen ankles or grow a mustache.

When workers are asked, in interviews, what they think of the students, they invariably refer to them as our future bosses, and say they hope this experience will make better chefs of them than their fathers have been. French Revolution all for nothing?

If your life isn't exactly the way you want it to be by the time you are forty-five, said Walter's father, whom he admired, not much point in continuing. You might as well hang yourself.

You begin a marriage with such high ideals, thinking everything should be perfect. When it's not, you throw your toys out of the crib. But then you're living in an empty apartment with kids who don't call. It was better with the toys

Warum wollen sie unbedingt, dass ich den Auftrag storniere?' Der Mann klingt auf einmal misstrauisch. 'Seid ihr überbucht?' 'Ich will Ihnen nur helfen. Wirklich, unsere Kurse sind grottenschlecht. Es ist immer die gleiche Teamwork-Botschaft, nur unter verschiedenen Namen verpackt.' 'Ich hab nichts mit Teamwork bestellt. >Leitung von C++-Programmierern im Rahmen terminsensibler Projekte< - das wollte ich.' 'Das ist der Teamwork-Kurs. Und alle anderen sind auch der Teamwork-Kurs!

Explain yourself! he commanded. Isn't that rather much for a man to ask of a woman? I don't know. I have no experience of women. In the abstract, it seems to me that every man has a right to some explanation from the woman who has ruined his life. (page 90)

Here was he, going to die for her; and here was she, blaming him for a breach of manners. Decidedly, the slave had the whip-hand.

However fond an undergraduate be of his womenfolk, at Oxford they keep him in a painful state of tension: at any moment they may somehow disgrace him.

Remember, disappointment is cured by revamped expectations.

No husband of mine will say, "I could have been a drummer, but I had to think about the wife and kids. You know how it is." Nobody supports me at the expense of his own adventure. Then I get bitter: no one supports me.

Don't kneel please. Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily

If the pretties were expected to make the supreme sacrifice in order to 'belong,' what could the unattractive female do?

Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily.

I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world.

it. The only way you can be taken advantage of is if you think you can get something for nothing.

In later years I asked her if she loved me and she brushed me off with; God is love. Just worry about whether you're being a good girl, then He will love you.

I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want to let you down. And I don't want to embarrass you in front of the people you love.

Sometimes it was better not to ever live the fantasy. Because when reality descended, it outlined in stark detail just how much the real world sucked.

Looking at someone else's relationship for the answers was like reading about a romance novel hero and expecting to find a carbon copy in real life

He shook his head. "No games, Serena. That isn't what this is about. If you want games of cat and mouse, disobedient slave to punishing master, you're better off with someone else. As much as this is a fantasy and not your reality, in the time you're with me, it will be real. In all ways.

Whoa. If high school was suppose to be the best years of my life - at least so far - I was truly destined to have a sucky adulthood.

However, because they have no actual interests of their own (or if they do, they squelch them in order to fit in) and merely pursue those that they think will look best on their college apps, they're zombies.