Quotes About Expectation

Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part

and it can't wait.

I always know what to expect of the things of Mother Earth. Sometimes they are cruel, but it is hard, clean cruelty. They don't torture you with their own weakness.

Let me here, Content and grateful, wait the appointed time, And ripen for the skies: the hour will come When all these splendours bursting on my sight Shall stand unveiled, and to my ravished sense Unlock the glories of the world unknown.

But the important thing about learning to wait, I feel sure, is to know what you are waiting for.

But if we learn to think of it as anticipation, as learning, as growing, if we think of the time we spend waiting for the big things of life as an opportunity instead of a passing of time, what wonderful horizons open out!

From far away you could see the light ahead, a gleam that kept growing, and its brilliance seemed ever more dazzling to you huddled there in the dark the longer it took to reach it. But when at last the train burst out in the glorious sunshine, all you saw was a wasteland full of weeds and stones, and a heap of garbage.

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

They'll come back or they won't, Simon thought as he read the back copy on a couple of books and set them aside for himself.

The cow-shaped cookies have a beef flavoring, the turkey-shaped cookies have a poultry flavoring, and..." Jane held up one of the cookies. "Human-flavored?" Meg stifled a sigh. That would be the first thing on her feedback list: don't make people-shaped cookies. The Wolves were way too interested and all of them leaped to a logical, if disturbing, expectation about the taste.

You cannot create results. You can only create conditions in which something might happen.

How oft with disappointment have I met, When I on fading things my hopes have set?

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

I wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when you have not slept.

We are always waiting for something bad. If something good happens, we are sure something bad will follow.

Even after they were told they had received the placebo version of the surgery, they continued to walk better, declared they slept more soundly, reported they were able to mow the lawn again, and more.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Now,' [her father] barked. She stiffly followed, still fully dressed in the elaborate navy-and-white gown she had worn all evening. It was hard not to feel as if the bare walls and surfaces she passed had been bled, leeched, into the cloth encasing her. Stripped paint and sacrificed heirlooms clinging to her, demanding she make everything right once more.

Tell me what has happened in this week that you've been absent from my window.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

When I appear in public people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth, paw the ground, and swish my tail–none of which is easy.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.