Quotes About Expectations

Freshman year, kissing and deep French kissing. Then sophomore year, I'd want to be making out with her. By sixteen we should be having oral sex, and by seventeen or eighteen, full frontal sex. Of course, it could go faster than that, but basically, he said, that was the standard progression. Before I finished high school, I should be having full frontal sex with her.

I just want to know who made the rule that you had to stop having fun once you got married.

That was the problem with expectations: they were good only as long as they lasted. Better not to expect anything at all. Better to join the cold-blooded, big-eyed creatures slithering in the mud at the bottom of the canal, animals that didn't have to worry about love and hope and expectation. Because as soon as you grew two legs and learned to walk upright, you were pretty much doomed to a lifetime of disappointments.

Retirement at 65 is ridiculous. When I was 65 I still had pimples.

VON NEUMANN MADE a deal with "the other party" in 1946. The scientists would get the computers, and the military would get the bombs. This seems to have turned out well enough so far, because, contrary to von Neumann's expectations, it was the computers that exploded, not the bombs.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.

A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.

If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us.

The pursuit of perfection often impedes improvement.

The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised.

the American people must mature. We are an adolescent lot, expecting solutions to insoluble problems and perfection in our leaders.

Children think you are a god. You are the center of their universe, you can fix anything, you can shield them and protect them, and then one day they find out you can't.

The porch light came on and Aunt B swung the door open. Middle-aged and stout, with graying hair rolled into a bun, she looked like she should be baking cookies, not ruling a brood of social deviants with a penchant for hysterical laughter and kinky sex.

He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.

Hugh shut his eyes for a long moment. The world was sliding sideways, and he really needed to get a grip. "Who would I be marrying?" "The White Warlock." Hugh's eyes snapped open. "You want me to marry a man?

We would screw up our children. It was inevitable. Julie had taught me that you never get the child you want or expect. You get the child you get and you try your best to make sure they turn out to be a decent human being. That was all that mattered. An

Eleven out of twelve work fine. I'd say that's better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try.

She wished she had a manual or something, some kind of instruction sheet that would clearly spell out what a responsible parent did in this sort of situation. Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles

When visitors came to the fine state of Texas, they expected a dry, rolling plain studded with longhorn cattle, oil derricks, and an occasional cowboy in a huge hat. According to them, that plain had only one type of weather: scorching. That wasn't true at all. In fact, we had two types, drought and flood.

Mahon's problem is that he has some very definite ideas about what a man's supposed to be and what a male werebear should be. It sounds great in his head and he gets carried away with it. He isn't shy about sharing his bear wisdom. Then his views collide with reality and they mostly don't survive. At the core Mahon isn't evil. He means well and he wants to be seen as a good person, so when people react badly to the nonsense coming out of his mouth, he gets shocked and has to readjust.

We would screw up our children. It was inevitable. Julie had taught me that you never get the child you want or expect. You get the child you get and you try your best to make sure they turn out to be a decent human being. That was all that mattered.

I'm your best bet to keep Roland from taking over." "Yes." "Young, in need of being taught." Evdokia crossed her arms. "Yes." "Easily manipulated? Emotionally compromised? Are these my best qualities?" Evdokia threw her hands up in exasperation. "I would just like to know the score from the start. So I have no disappointments later.

He wanted to marry her. "For men like you, 'marriage' sounds a lot like 'sentenced to forced labor in the mines.