Quotes About Expectation

To see the best before I have properly begun would be somewhat premature.

For it was then that I felt the first healthy flush of anticipation, for the many interesting experiences I know these days ahead hold in store for me.

this as a pleasing testimony to the strength of the close working relationship we had once had. For a little while after that, I recall, Miss Kenton went on talking more generally about her husband, who is to retire soon, a little early on account of poor health, and of her daughter, who is now married and expecting a child in the autumn. In fact, Miss Kenton gave me her daughter's address in Dorset, and I must say, I was rather flattered to

He put his life on hold as he waited for his life to begin.

They found me at the kitchen table. Derek said, There's something we need to tell you, and from the look on Andrew's face, I think he expected Derek to say he'd gotten me pregnant.

You'd expect that as much as a samurai would expect a kick in the balls.

Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, i followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. I wasn't even barking, just staring and dancing in place. Oh, my god! It's a killer Pomeranian. I glanced up at Derek. It's a tough call, but i think you can take him. He glared.

We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form. A wry smile. Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk.

Last time I was sick, the guy I was seeing brought me a bottle of ginger ale… and expected me to pay him back for it. ~Jaime Vegas

Picture a place called the Karma Kafe and it'll save me the bother of describing it. There was nothing in it you wouldn't expect, from the Buddha flowerpots to the wallpaper decorated with symbols that probably said, If you bought this just because it looked pretty, may Buddha piss in your coffee, you culturally ignorant moron.

I stopped short and sighed as Derek stepped up behind me, arms sliding around my waist. I leaned back against him and relaxed. "Thought I told you to come home," he said, bending to my ear. There was no trace of anger in his voice now. "Did you really expect me to listen?" Now it was his turn to sigh. "Always worth a shot."

He looked around as if expecting a posse of armed gunmen to round the corner at any moment. When footsteps sounded, he tensed, muscles bunching, prepared to leap up and defend us against-- Two preteen boys passed the alcove. One of them saw us and whispered to his friend. They grinned our way and shot Daniel a thumbs-up. When they'd gone by, I pushed him off me. "Okay, I might have overreacted," he said as we sat up. "You think?

And then it will rain.

He pointed to the bandage on his neck. "Elf bite." "Vampire elf?" Gabriel said. "There is no such thing as vampires." I turned to Ricky. "He keeps hoping for them, and he's always disappointed." "I am not—" Gabriel began. "Are too.

I went out the side door. Looked around. Circled the building. Nothing. I took a deep breath and walked to the road, shoulders up, gaze forward, tensing for the first shout. Or the first shot.

I stayed up there for about ten minutes, straining for any sign of light, even the flicker of headlights on a distant road. Then I climbed back down. "It's dark," I said, after I leaped to the ground. "Um, yeah," Sam said. "It's night. How the hell you expected to see anything--" She stopped as she realized what I was really saying. "Oh.

Where are the others?" "Sleeping a couple hundred meters that way." He pointed. "I figured that was far enough from you." "I thought I told you we should separate." "And you expected me to listen?

Women expect this. It doesn't mean we tolerate it, but it is a fact of our lives.

Corey--who'd been walking ahead with Sam--let out a whistle. He gestured to a tractor trailer, pulling out of what looked like a parking lot. We jogged up to Corey and Sam. "Please don't be closed for the season," Corey murmured as we picked up speed. "Please don't be staffed by witches and demons, lying in wait for us. Please, please, please, just give us a break.

Okay, so you were going to tell me tonight. Well, it's tonight. Go on." He squirmed and I knew the timing didn't matter--he'd expected this to play out differently, probably on a cliff top after a climb, sitting together, his arm around me, as he casually said, "Hey, you know how those mountain lions have been hanging around you a lot lately? Well, there's a reason…" "Skin-walkers," I prompted. "Right." Silence.

Mom isn't here," Corey said. "Neither is Travis. So much for my grand resurrection." He slumped onto the sofa. "We'll have to wait for them. Which is a little anticlimactic.

Happiness! Misery! If you were one, bet on it the other was on the way.

If abnormal weather happens every year, it's not very abnormal, is it?

Expect nothing, and by Christ, you're entitled to even less.