Quotes About Expectations

Celebrity culture is something that pains me.

Deck, I slept with this guy," Tracy said. "No you didn't," he said quietly. "You slept with Michael. Who turned out to not be real. That's what you should be upset about. That your perfect man was an act." She had to smile at that. "Perfect, except for the part where he moved to Maine. That sucked." He smiled, too. "Perfection's overrated, anyway. If he was real, you'd've been bored in a month. No one to argue with.

I wanted to fall in love with you -- a number ten kind of love -- and I pretty much convinced myself that I had. But that was stupid, because love doesn't work that way. You've got to be really lucky to get a ten at first sight. but that's what I wanted with you. - Ken to Savannah.

Max was shaking his head. "Careers are going to be made, based on what happens over the next few days," he pointed out. Jules just looked at him for several long seconds. "That might be truly the most offensive thing you've ever said to me.

Betrayal. That's the first thing I feel, which is ludicrous. For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first.

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.

My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.

We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if I'd been raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at my birthday party, too.

while Peeta was the very model of what a young man should be, I wasn't old enough to have any boyfriend at all.

I am a duke, you know. If I can't perform a miracle here and there I might as well be a butler in expesive clothes." He brushed at the sleeve of his well-tailored brown coat. "And butlers don't get to dance with attractive women.

I sensed he may have occasionally strayed in some of his past relationships. It was something I felt but ignored, a rent in the fabric of an otherwise splendid garment I thought I could mend. I thought I could live with it—I thought, yes and I admit it, that I would be different. That at the very least, middle age and children would slow him down; however, they seemed to accelerate his pace.

Flannel shirts should be outlawed for ex husbands; I realize this now. Flannel shirts are to women what crotchless panties are to men.

Together we agree that there are few tableaus more pathetic than a woman poring over a plethora of self-help books, while in a small café across town her husband is sharing a bottle of Pouilly-Fuissé and fettucini Alfredo with a beautiful woman, fondling her fishnet knee and making careful plans to escape his life.

What I find about wedding plans is that everyone wants to talk about when I don't. As soon as I do feel like talking about my wedding plans, their eyes glaze over and I can see them wishing they were dead

It was always so hard to know my place and what was expected of me.

After a moment, she said, "Yes. I think she will be good for you." "You do?" He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "Si." She smiled grimly. "She will break your heart and leave you shattered and alone." She paused to think that over, then nodded approvingly to herself. "It will make you a man.

You look very disapproving," he said lightly. "That's because I am disapproving," she answered. Not the faintest trace of a smile. Giacomo sighed. Probably not his type. "Well, Juliet's House does attract such romantic young ladies," he said. "It seems a shame to disappoint them." "Your work for the tourism board must keep you busy." Was there a sarcastic edge to her voice? Definitely not his type.

Gender relations are dependent on men being men and women being women.

But most men don't expect women to do all the work at home. They just don't care whether or not the laundry gets done or the beds get made. That's a critical distinction.

She had long ago concluded that it was impossible to find guys who were considerate and sensitive as well as hot. Well, impossible to find some that didn't already have boyfriends of their own anyway.

I've met guys like you before. They talk the talk but, well…talking doesn't exactly get people to orgasm, does it?