Quotes About Expectations

Shoot-outs are always challenging, but as the keeper, I like to think that I enjoy them because there is no pressure on me.

Of course people are going to compare me to my father, and there's no problem with that. At the end of the day, I'm going to have to live with that for the rest of my life, whether I like it or not.

I wanted never to disappoint my father. His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life

And, after all, no one ever said that life was fair; what you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things.

You're selective when it comes to sex, but once you're with someone, the standards you would normally hold yourself to go out the window...

My mother laughed and told me she was only doing what mothers have always done for their sons. Then she told me that it was my job to prove that she hadn't been lying, because that's what sons were supposed to do for their mothers.

Todo el mundo tiene sueños que no llegan a cumplirse —respondió ella con un tono suave.

On and on they went these nevers, but despite their random natures I found myself following almost every one perhaps bc I never wanted to disappoint my father. His voice even now follows me now on this longest of rides this thing called life.

Studeren was niet het echte leven. Het was een fantasiewereld, dat wist ze, en totaal anders dan de wereld waarin ze over een paar maanden terecht zou komen. In tegenstelling tot een echte baan, begonnen haar colleges pas om tien uur en waren ze vaak rond twee uur afgelopen. Avonden en weekenden werden meestal alleen maar aan plezier, gezelligheid en het verleggen van grenzen besteed.

But back then, she'd tended to focus first on their appearance, and she could remember saying no to a few guys who hadn't been quite cute enough. And maybe that had been the problem. Maybe she'd turned down Mr. Right because he hadn't been tall enough or whatever, and now -- because he was Mr. Right -- he was already off the market. These days, it seemed like Mr. Rights tended to fly off the shelves perhaps because they were as rare as California condos

can say, however, is that I've come to accept that life never turns out quite like one expects.

I understood then what my aunt had been trying to tell me, just as I knew my parents still loved me. I knew they wanted the best for me, now and in the future. But they wanted to see their own feelings in the photos, not mine. They wanted me to see myself in the same way they did. My parents, I knew, wanted to see disappointment.

What I can say, however, is that I've come to accept that life never turns out quite like one expects.

I knew full well that none of those were the kinds of occupations they'd grown up dreaming about.

Jill had three basic statements about life, 1. It is your life, usually with some added social commentary. 2. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things. 3. No one ever said that life was fair.

IT'S so WRONG, so profoundly wrong, for a child to die before its parents. It's hard enough to bury our parents. But that we expect. Our parents belong to our past, our children belong to our future. We do not visualize our future without them. How can I bury my son, my future, one of the next in line? He was meant to bury me!

Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

Definitely avoid going out with ugly girls who say they want to be models. Not because they're ugly, but because they're mad.

Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.

I'd thought I'd live with my wife, but I couldn't find one.

The trouble with my generation is that we all think we're fucking geniuses. Making something isn't good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing something; we have to be something. It's our inalienable right, as citizens of the twenty-first century. If Christina Aguilera or Britney or some American Idol jerk can be something, then why can't I? Where's mine, huh?

You can see this everywhere you go: young middle-class people whose lives are beginning to disappoint them making to much noise in restaurants and clubs and winebars. 'Look at me! I'm not as boring as you think I am! I know how to have fun!' Tragic. I'm glad I learned to stay home and sulk.

Will had never wanted to fall in love. When it had happened to friends, it had always struck him as a peculiarly unpleasant-seeming experience, what with all the loss of sleep and weight, and the unhappiness when it was reciprocated, and the suspect, dippy happiness when it was working out.

The point is not that my life is one long golden summer which I am simply too self-absorbed to appreciate (although it might be, of course, and I am simply too self-absorbed to appreciate it), but that happy moments are possible, and while happy moments are possible I have no right to demand anything more for myself, given the havoc that would be wrought.