Quotes About Expectation

A vingt ans, attendre est une torture.

Qué triste es que el futuro no te dé esperanza, tan sólo miedo.

Me despierto poco antes de que amanezca. Es la mejor hora del día. Las cosas se ven de color de rosa y todos tenemos derecho a esperar que nuestros sueños se convertirán por fin en realidad.

Estar asomado a esta ventana, en cierto modo, es como estar en una trinchera y asomar la cabeza, esperando que aparezca el enemigo. Aquí, sin embargo, no hay enemigos. Ni amigos ni enemigos, sólo silencio y soledad.

this thing was going to work—if Janet had

When the rosebud is still forming a little green ball, do you berate it for not being in full bloom? Hell, no!

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

Amar los toros es, cada tarde, eso de las cinco, creer en los Reyes Magos e ir a su encuentro

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

I'm worried that the lady's going to be a hooker - and you're afraid she's BETTY CROCKER! Molly Jane Fletcher

Il y a dans tout début une surprise et une attente qui seront peut-être déçues mais qui donnent au temps qui passe sa couleur et sa vigueur.

She had learned not to expect love, and wasn't even sure she wanted it. This was the most profound wisdom she'd managed to glean from the fifteen years she had spent in her mother's presence.

Happiness ceases to be a normal condition of being alive, and becomes a goal.

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.

Everything comes to he who waits. I guess. At last, after at least 200 years of constant vigil, there was delivered to me a big, fat, lumpy letter. There are few things more thrilling in Life than lumpy letters. That rattle. Even to this day I feel a wild surge of exultation when I run my hands over an envelope that is thick, fat, and pregnant with mystery.

She had expected rich chandeliers, not these morose and fungoid lamps, and the carpet was not dense and darkly red, but was thin, and it bore upon its lugubrious puce background a vapid pattern of flaxen parallelograms.

Once she'd gone, nobody spoke, except for his father who asked what was on next. Blake said it was Newhart.

It is true, I do expect bad things rather than good, and even when they are good I worry about when they will stop being good.

He said that there was no reason to suppose that good would come out of evil: society couldn't be expected to mature overnight just because there had been a catastrophe. In fact, probably just the opposite would happen. He said that when there were shortages people always fought and became aggressive.

What would it have mattered? What does any of it matter? You don't have to look at me like that! I'm not mad! I know what's going on . . . we'd all of us be better dead!' There was a long silence; then Shahid, grimly, said: 'I expect, very soon, we all shall be.

One does not miss what one has never had.

One doesn't miss what one has never had; but it's awfully hard going without things after one has commenced thinking they are his/hers by natural right.