Quotes About Expectation

We don't have much time. Mel will be out of the restroom soon." "You've got a magician named Mel?

WHEN TRAVELING THROUGH WASHINGTON, DC, one expects to see a few snakes in human clothing.

I keep thinking about fire," Piper said. "How we expect Leo to beat this giant because he's…" "Hot?" Leo suggested with a grin. "Um, let's go with flammable.

let's face it, no one warned you about anything.

and no man gave you a fur coat without expecting to receive something in return. Except for one's husband, of course, who expected nothing beyond modest gratitude.

He had seemed fierce and noble but in the end he was as disappointing as everyone else.

I had an idea of him,' Ursula said, 'but the idea wasn't him. Perhaps I wanted to fall in love.

That was the trouble, of course. You started off liking someone because of who she was and you ended up wanting her to be different

They're getting your room ready for you.' He was exhausted. He'd taken them shopping in Primark, not that

When he stepped off the train in Waverley Station yesterday, he had been expecting the 50 percent of his genes that were Scottish to recognize their heritage. He thought perhaps he would discover an emotional link with a past he'd never known, walk down a street and the faces would feel familiar, turn a corner or climb a stair and there would be an epiphany of sorts, but in fact Edinburgh felt more foreign to him than Paris did.

Betty and Shirley looked doubtfully at the pale figure of Edith in the stark hospital bed. She didn't look like someone who was intending to improve. They had expected tubes and fluids and other unpleasant things, but Edith was unadorned by anything medical and looked as though she was awaiting the embalmer.

I half hoped Mr. Pearson would waLk out holding Thomas by the scruff of his neck, still wearing his boxers or pajama pants or whatever the hell a guy like him slept in. But seconds later, when Mr. Pearson emerged, he was red with rage and completely alone. Thomas was gone.

It was going to be a beautiful morning, I remember thinking, as I left the house; soft and close, bursting with whispered promises, as only a daybreak in early summer can be.

Or else she stayed indoors and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

So many miracles have not yet happened.

That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.

But she couldn't help it. She did hope. She was hoping. She had been hoping all along.

you never know what's going to happen next. It keeps you on your toes. That's what Granny says. And it's important to be on your toes because you just never know what might happen next in this world.

All things are possible. When I was a girl in Blundermeecen, the miraculous happened every day. Or every other day. Or every third day. Actually, sometimes it did not happen at all, even on the third day. But still, we expected it. You see what I'm saying? Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.

What is it to know that people will come searching for you? Everything.

Here is something I have learned: you should never expect help from someone who perpetually has their hair in curlers.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

The miraculous happened every day. Sometimes it did not happen. But still, we expected it. Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.