Quotes About Expectations

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.

He'd been waiting for a love fraught with passion and drama; it hadn't even occurred to him that true love might be something that was utterly comfortable and just plain easy.

Eloiseis getting married as well." "Eloise?" Michael asked with some surprise. "Was she even being courted by anyone?" "No," Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother"s letter. "It"s someone she"s never met." "Well, I imagine she"s met him now," Michael said in a dry voice.

The ranks of society are once again filled with Ambitious Mamas, whose only aim is to see their Darling Daughters married off to Determined Bachelors

A lot of women want children." "Right," he said, coughing on the word. "Of course. But… don"t you think you might want a husband first?" "Of course.

You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one." -Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)

All of this presupposes that I have set my sights on a single male.' Susan's eyes bugged out. 'You certainly cannot set your signs on a married man!' 'I meant a particular man,' Elizabeth retorted, swatting her sister on the shoulder.

But when he said he couldn't shoot, it just seemed to make an odd sort of sense to tell him that Hermione couldn't dance. It fit, really. Men were supposed to shoot, and women were supposed to dance, and trusty best friends were supposed to keep their foolish mouths shut. Clearly, all three of them needed a bit of instruction.

Sebastian Grey. The worrds rang like a miserable moan in her head. On the list of men she ought not to be kissing, he had to rank at the top, along with the King, Lord Liverpool, and the chimney sweep.

Edmund Bridgerton had died at the age of thirty-eight. And Anthony simply couldn't imagine ever surpassing his father in any way, even in years.

She hadn't expected the world to be handed to her upon a golden platter, but she'd always assumed that if she worked hard enough for something, treated everyone the way she would like to be treated, then she would be rewarded.

What happened?' 'He humiliated me.' 'Oh, my Lord, Belle. He didn't...' 'No. But I wish I had. Then he'd have to marry me, and I-' 'Belle, you don't know what you're saying.' 'I know exactly what I'm saying! Why is it that no one can credit me with the ability to know my own mind?

I don't want you to feel grateful that I married you," he said. "But I do," she admitted. "Fine, then. Feel grateful." She drew back. "What?" "If you want to feel grateful, then feel grateful." She blinked. This was not what she'd expected him to say. Then he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "But I get to feel grateful too.

isn't patience a virtue?" "Absolutely not," Lady Danbury said emphatically, "and if you think so, you're less of a woman than I thought.

I am beggining to realise," Alex murmured, "why people always hope for sons. It has nothing to do with producing an heir." "That was unkind," Octavia said, not sounding the least bit insulted. "Females are a prodigious amount of work.

Her dreams had been just that—dreams. Wishful illusions, all of her own making. If he wasn't what she'd expected, that was her fault. She'd been expecting something that didn't even exist. And she should have known better.

She simply wasn't the sort of girl who attracted a man like him, and she feared that she never would be.

Really, if people weren't so intent on keeping young women completely ignorant of the realities of marriage, scenes like this could be avoided.

Are you trying to marry Daphne off so that she might be happy as a wife and a mother, or are you just trying to beat Mrs. Featherington to the altar?" - Anthony Bridgerton

Simon groaned. "Do young ladies still need permission to waltz?

My children never disappoint me," she said softly. "They merely . . . astonish me. I believe I like it that way.

But this was Penelope, and even though Eloise was her very best friend, and thus her finest champion, even she couldn't imagine that a man of Colin's reputation and popularity would be interested in a woman of Penelope's reputation and (lack of) popularity.

I adore your hair," he murmured, running his fingers through it. "Have I ever told you that I want a little girl with hair this exact color?" Wordlessly, Emma shook her head. They had never discussed children. She had assumed he wanted an heir—all men did—but she had never dreamed that she would want a little girl just like her. "I my self had been thinking about a little boy with black hair and green eyes," she said hesitatingly.