Quotes About Expectation

I waited for you. All these years I watched and waited, knowing, somehow, that what we would have would be different. That it would be worth the lonely nights and the fears that I had missed you somewhere.

You amaze me, he said then, reaching out to lay the toy on her pillow. That wasn't where he had gotten it from. You bring a toy to do a man's job, knowing the man is more than willing to provide the service. Where does that make sense, Chay?

Running me off, are you? What about all this 'me Breed, you mate' crap you're always spouting?

Oh my God. Oh my God," Lyrica whispered, waving her hands in front of her face as she stared at him, eyes wide. "Dawg's gonna have pups when he finds out about this.

Maybe it's hungry," she suggested, her voice low but definitely goading now. "Do you keep kitty kibble around?" Silence

be home for quite a while yet.

When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, Are we going to have sex now? His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, Yeah, I think we are.

No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

She had expected a pistol to seem light and natural-a seamless extension of her angry feral self.

The catalog showed a man sleeping peacefully while his model-wife read a book in soft but focused light. In real life, however, the light was so intense that the same man would have had to wear sunglasses.

You were never to say you weren't fine, thank you — and yourself? You were supposed to be Heidi. You were supposed to lug goat milk up the hills and not think twice. Heidi did not complain. Heidi did not do things like stand in front of the new IBM photocopier saying, If this fucking Xerox machine breaks on me one more time, I'm going to slit my wrists.

Are you anywhere near Champaign-Urbana? No. I went there once. I thought from its name that it would be a different kind of place. I kept saying to myself, 'Champagne, urbah na, champagne, urbah na! Champagne! Urbana' He sighed. It was just this thing in the middle of a field.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

I was realising that all new feelings from here on in would probably be bad ones. Surprises would no longer be good.

Oh, she said. I wasn't going to ask, but then you never said anything about it, so I thought I'd ask. How about you? Not me, said Odette. She had a poem about marriage. It began, Marriage is the death you want to die, and in front of audiences she never read it with much conviction. Usually she swung her foot back and forth through the whole thing.

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quite there, their pleasure mysterious and crazy and only accidentally involving you. "Yoo-hoo?" was what his grandmother always called before entering a house where she knew someone but not well enough to know whether they were actually home.

Don't ever promise more than you can deliver, but always deliver more than you promise.

Nothing is as good as it seems, and nothing is as bad as it seems. Somewhere in between lies realty.

A German plans a month in advance what is bowel movements will be at Easter, and the British plan everything retrospect, so it always looks as though everything is good as intended. The French glad everything was to be going to be having a party, and the Spanish… Well, God knows.

But Jack is not offended; he has a sense of his place in the world, and a sensible man expects snooty people to be snooty

Families embraced more than had been the habit; fathers who expected to be beaten to death stroked the hair of pretty daughters who expected to be raped.