Quotes About Expectation

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.

The baby bounced gently off the wall of her uterus. She opened her dressing gown and put her hands back on her belly. It moved again, like a dolphin going through the water; that was the way she imagined it.

I jumped on Sinbad's bottle. Nothing happened. I didn't do it again. Sometimes when nothing happened it was really getting ready to happen

You ever notice how long it takes for things to happen when you know they're supposed to happen? My fake Walkman has a built-in alarm, and I set it for two in the morning and wear the headphones to bed, but before you can wake up you have to fall asleep, and I never DO fall asleep because I keep waiting for the alarm to go off.

The future is like the moon. You never expect to go there, or think about what it might be like.

My wife met me at the door the other night in a sexy negligee. Unfortunately, she was just coming home.

A girl phoned me the other day and said, "Come on over. There's nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home.

I worked in a pet store and people would ask how big I would get.

A Lesson Nasrudin was teaching his son life lessons. "Never give anybody anything immediately," he said. "Wait until at least a couple of days have gone by." "But why?" his son inquired. "Because," Nasrudin responded, "people appreciate receiving something much more if they first have to doubt whether or not they will actually get it!

And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You. (Psalm 39:7)

The Lord is self-existent and true, and therefore worthy of the confidence of men. He will live when all the creatures die, and His fullness will abide when all second causes are exhausted. To Him, therefore, let us direct our expectation, and on Him let us rest for our confidence.

I kept looking at the door. It seemed about to open, all the time. So much of the ghost story is the anticipation.

It amazes me that those who behave rudely always expect to be treated politely.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

What the public wants is the image of passion, not passion itself.

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

All difficulties in this life, every moment of difficulty, come from the distance between what is and what we want to be.

You ask a certain question again and again, in a sincere fashion, and the answer appears. But, in my experience, at least, that answer arrives according to it's own mysterious celestial timing, and often in disguise. And it comes in a way you're not prepared for, or don't want, or can't at first, accept.

Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out is mute," wrote Milan Kundera in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. "Only chance can speak to us. We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup." By

But they do not talk long before they make it clear that they expect the marriage partner, real or hoped-for, to fill some lack, some vacancy within themselves; and they are anxious and angry because he or she doesn't.

I don't consider myself to be definite, but in waiting position and eventual appearance

La speranza è uno spavento.

There were unfinished paintings against the wall that look promising because they were unfinished, and some finished ones that looked beyond hope.

As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.