Quotes About Expectation

It struck her how often men made conversation by telling you things they thought you ought to know. Which was sometimes useful, except they rarely stopped to find out how much you knew already and sometimes they expected you to listen with wonder to total nonsense.

But maybe that was the trick—to accept the responsibility and forgo the control? To love without expectation?

So of course I feel angry, I said, angrily. What do you expect? It was a stupid thing to ask. Yes, she agreed. It was a stupid thing to ask. I see that you're angry. I don't need to ask such a stupid thing to understand that. So why did you ask? Slowly she turned herself around, pivoting on her knees, until finally she was facing me. I asked for you, she said. For me? So you could hear the answer.

But maybe that was the trick—to accept the responsibility and forgo the control? To love without expectation? A paradox for sure, but such a relief.

I feel as if there's a huge gulf separating me from all the lucky people in the world; they have so much to look forward to.

But I have always been persuaded that someday, when I grow up, I am destined for great things. And then I wonder when, exactly, I expect that will be.

His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well.

We wait for it, because we always wait for something that will be big, extraordinary and splendid, that will bring us great joy and fill us with pride while also reminding us that there exists something greater than locking and unlocking the office at the same hour, collecting chicks, flattering the boss, petty swindles, loveless embraces, downtime due to poor work coordination, the songs of Rinaldo Bali?ski, or vodka spilled on the table

What philosophers say about actuality [Virkelighed] is often just as disappointing as it is when one reads on a sign in a secondhand shop: Pressing Done Here. If a person were to bring his clothes to be pressed, he would be duped, for the sign is merely for sale.

No woman in maternity confinement can have stranger and more impatient wishes than I have.

when the ambitious man whose slogan is "Either Caesar or nothing" does not get to be Caesar, he despairs over it. But this also means something else: precisely because he did not get to be Caesar, he now cannot bear to be himself.

Expect the unexpected, that was the S.T.A.R.S. motto—although that basically meant to prepare for anything.

I'm hoping to do more than see it, mate.

He didn't promise to always be there. Whatever Ash might think, Harry knew it was impossible. And there was no point in wishing for impossible things.

It's funny how you imagine loving someone is enough to make them believe you love them. Thomas to Elizabeth, The Other Side of You

Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.

Who hopes for an hour hopes for eternity. The world in an hour. What follows is unseen.

And so, out of bloody-mindedness, I had said the word, and we went for the first time, into those Bombay Central alleys that have no name. Lamba introduced me simply as 'The Moor', and because I came with him there was less contempt than I had expected.

But the jungle, like all refuges, was entirely other - was both less and more - than he had expected.

To lie is to intentionally mislead others when they expect honest communication.

Everything we want to accomplish—to paint the house, learn a new language, find a better job—is something that promises that, if done, it would allow us to finally relax and enjoy our lives in the present. Generally speaking, this is a false hope.

We set the table, but no one ate.

I hope somebody hits .400 soon. Then people can start pestering that guy with questions about the last guy to hit .400.

The person who proclaimed me Best Dressed Man never saw me in my sport outfit.