Quotes About Expectation

I kept my eyes on the doorway. Me, and a hundred wooden birds.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

The dreamer whispered, Just once let something happen.

You are Shenkt? I expected more." "Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never see more." "I do not pray." Shenkt leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "I advise you to start.

There's no disappointment like getting what you've always wanted...

Hoping for a thing often seems the best way o' bringing on the opposite

Ray to Livvy] Aren't you used to people meaning what they say?

us next weekend, I'd love to meet her." "No, Jake, I think you misunderstood

A watched pot never boils

Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word 'new' lose it's luster? Now the past is supposed to hold the hopes we once confided to the future. We're directing attachments that used to go forward backward.

Hope may have a positive reputation, but it has a vicious downside. If you have hope, you can be crushed.

She was all of herself with him and even felt there was room for her to become more. When he rested his eyes on her, it was without judgment or expectation, and in that space, Sylvie felt her potential: for bravery, brilliance, kindness, joy. All of these sails rested on the deck of her ship; they were hers, but she hadn't seen them before.

Tremblingly alive to a sense of delight, and unchilled by disappointment, the young heart welcomes every feeling, not simply painful, with a romantic expectation that it will expand into bliss.

But a terror of this nature, as it occupies and expands the mind, and elevates it to high expectation, is purely sublime, and leads us, by a kind of fascination, to seek even the object, from which we appear to shrink

Discontment is an insidious thing, trapping us into thinking that which is enough is longer enough, and that which is satisfying is no longer satisfying.

Now mirrors learn not to expect smiles.

I look forward to leaving here in a week with both pride and virtue intact." "And I look forward to nights of untold rapture in your arms, my dear Miss Forsythe.

Well, Nigel?" Silverton's sardonic tone drew him back to the conversation. "You're right in that I wouldn't expect Miss Easton to hold the lack of a title against a fellow, but she doesn't think about me as a…prospective suitor." Nigel paused, forcing himself to accept the grim reality. "She sees me only as a friend." And

None of us–teacher or taught–realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain you as a possibility, a hope, and remain just that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you are living.

None of us-teacher or taught-realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain a possibility, a hope, and remain like that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you're are living.

You climb out of the train with all your shit, you're a little groggy, a little discouraged. You're not expecting anyone to be there, then boom! Someone's there after all, at the end of the platform, waiting for you. Haven't you ever dreamt that would happen to you?" "I don't dream." "I don't dream," she repeated in a macho tone. "I don't dream and I don't like a cocktease. May that be a warning, babe." He looked devastated.

Le but, c'est que tu deviennes accro à mon picotin. Que tous les matins tu te lèves en te demandant ce qu'il y aura au menu.

Quand j'arrive à la gare de l'Est, j'espère toujours secrètement qu'il y aura quelqu'un pour m'attendre. C'est con. J'ai beau savoir que ma mère est encore au boulot à cette heure-là et que Marc est pas du genre à traverser la banlieue pour porter mon sac, j'ai toujours cet espoir débile. [...] Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part... C'est quand même pas compliqué.