Quotes About Expectations

Life isn't a romance novel. The truth is, the reason romance novels sell so well ---- the reason why everyone loves them ---- is because no one's life is actually like that. Everyone WANTS their life to be like that.

This is exactly why Patrick and I chose not to have children. he muttered. So we would never have to have conversations like this. Andy yet...here I am?If you could answer the question, I said as politely as I could, that would be great. I really don't want to have a freaky demon baby, and I can't imagine John wants one, either

Some people can seem perfect... everything about them can, on paper, be just right. Until you get to know them. Really know them. Then you find out, in the end, while they might be perfect to every one else, they just aren't right for you.

I always thought when I became an adult everything would become less confusing, but unfortunately, everything's only becoming more confusing.

There are nice, funny, totally good-looking guys out there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look.

Life is not a romance novel

Did you let him know that if he can't see fit to return your blow job immediately, you will have no choice but to sue?

It's my own fault, really. For believing in fairy tales. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, there's a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then it's on with the happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince really IS one. A prince. No, I really mean it. He's an actual PRINCE.

Guys don't like it when you get too heavy, I've noticed. They especially don't like it when you try to talk too much about the future. They're like little woodland animals. Everything's well and good when you're just doling out the nuts and everything's cool. But the minute you bring out the net to try to catch them - even if it's for their own good, like to help them escape a forest fire - all hell breaks loose.

As if I would EVER give birth. I suppose a well-mannered little six-year-old would be all right, but they simply don't COME that way. You have to TRAIN them. Too tiresome. I can understand your anguish.

Nice girls finish last.

There are nice, funny totally good-looking guysout there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look. Which is in the ladies' shower of your dorm.

She went to the most expensive private girls' school in Connecticut. All they taught her there was how to fold doilies. Pointedly ignoring Alex, I said to John, I'm sure if you show me, I'll catch on. Excellent.John's gaze on me was warm. Then later perhaps you could show me how to fold doilies.

So there I was, sitting on the plane in a black leather motorcycle jacket, seeing these palm trees through the window as we landed. And I thought, Great. Black leather and palm trees. Already I'm fitting in, just like I knew I would... ...Not.

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I hope you're not planning on kicking me," he said, not even bothering to look up from his book, "as hard as you did those doors." "I will," I said, "if the next words out of your mouth are Pierce, you just need to relax.

I went to bed all happy, thinking maybe a boy liked me. It's stupid that that's all it takes sometimes to make you happy.

I'm just not the kind of girl guys think about asking out. Well, maybe they think about it, but they always seem to manage to talk themselves out of it. I don't know if it's because they think I might ram a fist down their throats if they try anything, or if it's just because they are intimidated by my superior intelligence and good looks (ha ha). In the end, they just aren't interested.

Why are boys so difficult? I mean, really. When they aren't drinking directly out of the carton or leaving the toilet seat up, they are getting all offended because you won't go out with them and threatening to rat you out to your supervisor. Hasn't it occurred to any of them that this is not the way to our hearts? And the problem is, they are just going to keep on doing it, as long as stupid girls like Kelly Prescott keep agreeing to go out with them anyway, in spite of their defects.

The only one I missed was the one about what to say to a man when he tells you he loves you. It turns out you aren't supposed to say thank you. Not, of course, that this will ever happen to me. But Grandmere says I might be surprised someday. I wish!

It is totally unfair that Lucy should not only have a cool boyfriend but a boyfriend our parents can't stand, something I have been praying for my entire life, practically.

What a pity, I'd thought at the time, that I'm saddled with Justin, who claims to be a writer but never actually writes anything and then complains that we never go out because I'm too busy writing all the time. I could maybe see myself with a guy like Will. Or maybe even Will himself.

This isn't true, Patty says. You'll find someone. You just can't be afraid to take a risk. What is she talking about? I do nothing but take risks. I'm trying to keep a psychopath from killing again. Isn't that enough? I have to have a ring on my finger, too? Some people are never satisfied.

So Sophos thinks you're going to marry me. While I think you'll marry Sophos. I might. We'll see what he's like when he grows up.