Quotes About Expectation

I had a sense of preparation for a love to come. Like the extension of canopies, the unrolling of ceremonial carpets, as if I must first create a marvelous world in which to house it, in which to receive adequately this guest of honor.

Las dos hemos perdido la cabeza –le dije–, pero a veces cuando más cosas revelamos de nosotros mismos menos somos nosotros mismos. Yo ya no intento pensar. Cuando estoy contigo me es imposible. Tú eres como yo, esperando que se presente el momento perfecto, aunque nada de lo que se ha imaginado durante demasiado tiempo puede llegar a ser perfecto en un sentido terrenal.

And oh, someday, what a treat you will have when you read Thiess . . . Frank Thiess.

we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I said, almost indignantly, "That's the danger of it, it prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives a heightened concept of living, it leaves out the dull or stagnant moments.

Les Frontières Humaines[by Ribemont-Dessaigne] came and I looked at the jacket and I do not read it. It looks too good. I am saving it for a rainy day, a day of despair, when one wants to eat his fellow man. I love the looks of it. I believe in it before reading a page.

How criminal to expect all life and joy from one human being.

Lost her taste in life and blindly expects me to give it back to her. We talk as people do in books. Strange, brittle, arrowed. Tall, tall windows covered with lace. Pillows under our feet. And life tasteless. And so eager, so eager that I should accomplish a miracle. People always expect miracles.

I am writing you constantly—in my head and the days pass and I wonder what you will think.

You might as well expect of Brancusi that he give us his masterpieces in fried bread crumbs or apple sauce. Can't be done.

What did I want? I wanted a life with you! And I get instead Radio City, the lights going up, "honey I love you," dancing all night, crap shooting, cellophane magic, chrome and black marble.

It was possible that when the climbers were ready, the mountain wouldn't be

Think of it as a blind date. All you initially have in common at the bottom is the reason you're there, the top of the mountain.

Espérer , c'est désirer sans jouir , sans savoir et sans pouvoir

I can't expect others to share my virtues. It's good enough for me if they share my vices.

Que chaque attente, en toi, ne soit même pas un désir, mais simplement une disposition à l'accueil. Attends tout ce qui vient à toi, mais ne désire que ce qui vient à toi. Ne désire que ce que tu as.

There is nothing more tragic for a man who has been expecting to die than a long convalescence.

?i totuÈ™i, de multe ori, fiind cât pe-aici s? culeg o bucurie, i-am întors brusc spatele, aÈ™a cum ar fi putut face un ascet. Nu era vorba deloc de renunÈ›are, ci de o aÈ™teptare, atât de des?vârÈ™it?, a ceea ce putea fi acea bucurie, de o anticipare atât de împlinit?, încât realizarea nu m? mai putea înv??a nimic.

Desire, I thought, belonged to man; it reassured me not to admit that women could experience similar ones unless she were a woman of easy virtue.

And the sad happiness said, You know precisely when you're going to finish.

This might come as a shock: if you aren't happy now, maybe you haven't wanted it enough.

As we give ourselves entirely to God for His work, we will feel that nothing less than these great promises is what we need. Nothing less is what we may confidently expect.

In claiming the Holy Spirit, we should make this the first object of our expectation. The Holy Spirit comes as a Spirit of love.

God has the right to expect so much from us! For He is the Creator who made us to reflect His glory, and for this purpose He must possess us wholly.

It is a traveler's fallacy that one should shop for clothing while abroad. Those white linen tunics, so elegant in Greece, emerge from the suitcase as mere hippie rags; the beautiful striped shirts of Rome are confined to the closet; and the delicate hand batiks of Bali are first cruise wear, then curtains, then signs of impending madness.