Quotes About Expectations

For many of us, the hospital was as much a refuge as it was a prison. Though we were cut off from the world and all the trouble we enjoyed stirring up out there, we were also cut off from the demands and expectations that had driven us crazy. What could be expected of us now that we were stowed away in a loony bin?

They were living out lives we might have been living, if we hadn't been occupied with being mental patients.

Obsidian eyes met hers, unreadable and assessing. Men didn't generally pay her much attention except to make an even number in a dance. And now she had a secret nearly-betrothed and a supposed teacher, one who looked like an angel and one a devil, and both with awful reputations. Best to remember that neither of them likely had anything good in mind for her.

Evelyn Marie wanted to turn him into a gentleman. Well, he wanted to turn her into his mistress.

Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely fashion, and move on to a life of vegetarian cooking and difficult yoga positions and self-realization, and make this so much easier and more pleasant for all concerned.

The mother of all problems and conflicts lies within you, and that is expecting things from others.

God has called His creation to find satisfaction in a personal relationship with Him, and stop trying to manage the world by conforming it to our expectations, and to allow Him to govern His creation. He continues to say through an ancient Hebrew worship song, Be still and know that I am God!

Even the times I thought I was having casual sex, turned out I wasn't.

I have great expectations for the future, because the past was highly overrated.

We live in a cruel world, Isabel, he says, without looking at me. I am only a man, and will not always live up to your expectations. And to me, that is a painful reality. But we must never be cruel to one another. Let there be peace between us.

It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.

Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

I knew I was high maintenance and he was obviously going to be the same

Other sink," I said, smiling at his presumption that he would get drawers at my place, too, and his scowl when he couldn't find them.

Let's be clear. There was no us." My smartphone chimed with a text from Raúl, letting me know that he was nearly at the Crossfire with Eva. I moved to the coatrack. "You wanted to fuck and I fucked you. If you wanted me, well … I'm not responsible for your exaggerated expectations.

You can't manage me, Lindsay. I'm more than happy to be the recipient of your persuasive skills, but not if you'll be pissed off when it doesn't get you what you want.

Que estar enamorados era lo único que necesitábamos. Supongo que fue porque, en realidad, nunca pensé que me iba a enamorar de esa forma; y luego está el famoso mito de que cuando te pasa, se supone que vas a vivir feliz por siempre jamás.

You can still find disappointment in those you adore.

You know the drill, Eva. He's going to keep pushing you away, because he's expecting you to fail him like everyone else has.

Moving to my desk, I leaned against it and crossed my arms. I should've seen it coming, considering how irate Christopher had become at the Times Square launch of the "Golden" video. He wanted Kline and Eva together. More than that, he wanted Eva and me apart.

What has been valued in the West in women has too often been defined only in relation to the masculine: the good, nurturant mother and wife; the sweet, docile agreeable daughter; the gently supportive of bright achieving partner. This collective model is inadequate for life; we mutilate, depotentiate, silence and enrage ourselves trying to compress our souls into it just as surely as our grandmothers deformed their fully breathing bodies with corsets for the sake of an ideal.

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.