Quotes About Expectation

Three girls until, at last, their baby boy. As I sipped my bourbon and cracked peanuts, I pondered the growing desperation the Nashes must have felt each time a child popped out without a penis.

She followed obligingly, and I kept waiting for those knicks at my heels.

Although Vivrca isn't her bona fide name, her bona fide name is Jennifer, but people don't believe Jennifers can tell the future; Jennifers can tell you which cute shoes to buy or what farmer's market to visit, but they should keep their hands off other people's futures.)

Oh, here's the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

La gente hace lo que se supone que debe hacer y después espera a que los colmes con tu aprecio; son como los empleados de las tiendas de yogur helado que dejan vasos sobre la barra para que eches la propina.

It was an itinerary for an alternate life. If things had gone according to my wife's vision, yesterday she would have hovered near me as I read this poem, watching me expectantly, the hope emanating from her like a fever: *Please get this. Please get me.*

Was I thinking that everything would turn out all right in the long run? That it was the fair thing to happen, that it was due me? That things could go wrong only to a point? Some atheist with such beliefs!

What are your thoughts for the upcoming season?

The calendar appears in my mind, that magical date in June circled in gold Sharpie. Only 172 more school days to go.

And believe me, it's not—repeat, not—because Aldo asked me to the Fall Ball, which is this big dance they throw before Thanksgiving break.

everybody else thought it was there because it was supposed

You stand in a puddle when I would give you an ocean...*

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

She had an immense store of trivial memories and when she wasn't living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present - she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape or an expectation.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible...

She was proud of her power of prophecy, though she had not yet lived to see any of her prophecies fulfilled.

disappointment had to be postponed, hope kept alive as long as possible;

So much of war is sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for somebody else. With no guarantee of the amount of time you have left it doesn't seem worth even starting a train of thought.

Dear Mr Wormold, surely you realize there are people who expect to be tortured and others who would be outraged by the idea. One never tortures except by a kind of mutual agreement.

What have we all got to ecpect that we allow ourselves to be so line with disappointment.

She had attached herself to youth and hope and seriousness and now they had failed her more than age and despair.

There was something defenceless, it seemed to Scobie, in his whole attitude: he stood there waiting for people to be friendly or unfriendly- he didn't seem to expect some reaction more than another. He was like a dog. Nobody had yet drawn on his face the lines that make a human being.

No. He doesn't belong to the torturable class.'        'I didn't know there were class-distinctions in torture.'        'Dear Mr Wormold, surely you realize there are people who expect to be tortured and others who would be outraged by the idea. One never tortures except by a kind of mutual agreement.