Quotes About Expectations

Paul's stepfather had implanted in Paul the need to be perfect—Perfectionism. Paul's fear of failing to do things perfectly led him to postpone doing them—Procrastination. But the more Paul put things off, the more they overwhelmed him, and his snowballing fears eventually prevented him from doing anything at all—Paralysis.

How could parents endure to labour for years, to sacrifice themselves so that their children should have nothing but the best, and to discover in the end that it had all been for so little, for a quick visit on national holidays and a few hours spent in front of the television set in a silence neither side knew how to break?

I thought you might want to try me out." "What for? We hardly need premarital sex to tell us that at first the physical side of marriage is going to be difficult! What matters is not that we confirm this obvious fact before marriage but that after the wedding we're prepared to try hard to overcome the problem.

Marrying for love might be romantic but I considered it the hallmark of an undisciplined private life. Romance is the opiate of the dissatisfied; it anesthetizes them from the pain of their disordered second-rate lives.

I have trouble asking for what I want, especially when it comes to men. If you don't ask for what you want, how do you get it? Felicia asked. If you're relying on him guessing, you're sabotaging your own happiness.

Darlin', if we only married who we deserved, then the world would be filled with single women," an older woman said.

How was she supposed to find a man and fall in love when she couldn't even get asked out on a date?

equivalent of a supermodel. It was kind of intimidating. Larissa's

Was she quiet in bed, or a screamer? He was open to either.

I have a bunch of crap in my hair just so I can look nice, and I'm wearing shoes that are going to cripple me. I

Nick was definitely swoonworthy, but she had to be real. He was not for her. He was a big-time artist guy on his way to Dubai. She was a small-town girl who ran a destination wedding business. They had nothing in common.

better than nothing" didn't seem like a goal that would make anyone happy.

As for Mr. Right—Charity wasn't looking for perfect. She just wanted a nice guy who loved her as much as she loved him. Oh, and a man who was single, honest and faithful. Characteristics depressingly hard to find on the dating scene—at least in her experience.

When you only do what is expected of you, you never learn what you would've done had you chosen for yourself.

Home is the normal--whatever place you happen to start from and return to without having to answer questions. It's a metaphor that may seem to fit reduced expectations. We no longer seek towers that would reach to the heavens; we've abandoned attempts to prove that we live in a chain of being whose every link bears witness to the glory of God. We merely seek assurance that we find ourselves in a place where we know our way about.

Part of the modern ideology of love is to assume that love and sex always go together, and probably the greatest problem for human beings is that they just don't

No está mal ser bella lo que está mal es la obligación de serlo.

Central to modern expectations, and modern ethical feeling, is the conviction that war is an aberration, if an unstoppable one. That peace is the norm, if an unattainable one. This, of course, is not the way war has been regarded throughout history. War has been the norm and peace the exception.

I received a letter from a close friend. I did not open it for a week. It lay smoldering on my night table. The envelope bearing the name of a mere acquaintance I tore open eagerly as I came up the stairs, confident that the letter inside would contain nothing that could disturb me or hurt me.

great guy. Wait till you get to know him." I didn't wait, Sophie thought. I fell right into bed with him. "It would never work. I still don't want kids," Daphne said. "I never will. I'm the oldest of five, and I raised my younger brothers and

So much of a parent's identity was wrapped up in the child: love, pride, self-worth, validation. It was an unfair burden on a small human being, but every child bore it, the lofty, seemingly unreachable expectations of her parents.

Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people.

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.

There is no such sense of solitude as that which we experience upon the silent and vast elevations of great mountains. Lifted high above the level of human sounds and habitations, among the wild expanses and colossal features of Nature, we are thrilled in our loneliness with a strange fear and elation – an ascent above the reach of life's expectations or companionship, and the tremblings of a wild and undefined misgivings.