Quotes About Expectation

He felt a kind of bridal expectation, sweet and sensuous yet vaguely mingled with anticipatory fear of its own fulfilment, with the mysterious shiver felt when something endlessly desired suddenly comes physically close to the astonished heart.

Nuestro amigo le salió enseguida al encuentro con el peón de su rey, pero Czentovic volvió a hacer una pausa sin fin, casi insoportable; era como cuando cae un rayo terrible y uno espera con el corazón palpitante que llegue el trueno, y el trueno no acaba nunca de llegar.

Thunder does not come from a clear sky, nor yet from a cloud until there has been an accumulation of electrical stresses; and in like manner a miracle, if it is to happen, demands a particular predisposition, a peculiar nervous and religious tension of the mind. No one ever experiences a miracle unless he has long and passionately awaited it.

La multitud de manos claras, nerviosas y siempre en actitud de espera en torno al tapete verde, todas asomando por la caverna de su respectiva manga, cada una de forma y color diferentes, algunas desnudas, otras adornadas con anillos y pulseras tintineantes, muchas velludas como animales salvajes, muchas otras húmedas y retorcidas como anguilas, y todas, sin embargo, crispadas y trémulas por una enorme impaciencia.

It is true that whenever we have been told a great many interesting things about a person whom we have not yet met, our visual fantasy conjures up a picture of him beforehand, dipping liberally into the storehouse of our most precious and most romantic memories.

No hay nada que a los hombres les cueste más perdonar que el desengaño en medio de un sincero entusiasmo y el verse alevosamente defraudados por un hombre del que lo han esperado todo.

Sabahtan geceye kadar bir ÅŸeyler beklenir, ancak hiçbir ÅŸey olmaz. Beklenir durulur. Hiçbir ÅŸey olmaz. Beklenir, beklenir, beklenir; düÅŸünülür, düÅŸünülür, ÅŸakaklar aÄŸr?yana kadar düÅŸünülür. Hiçbir ÅŸey olmaz. Yaln?z kal?n?r. Yaln?z... Yaln?z...

usufrui o amor daqueles vinte milhões de pessoas como um direito, sem imaginar que o direito também exige responsabilidades, e que também o amor mais puro acaba por se esgotar quando não se sente retribuído.

So that was it. Aunt Ada Doom was mad. You would expect, by all the laws of probability, to find a mad grandmother at Cold Comfort Farm, and for once the laws of probability had not done you down and a mad grandmother there was.

I am quite sure I shall find it very amusing and not at all too much for me.

How can you eat that sawdust, Father?' she inquired, beginning on eggs and bacon and speaking cheerfully because it was a fine morning and only ten minutes past nine; and somehow, at the beginning of every new day, there was always a chance that this one might be different from all the rest. Something might happen; and then everything would be jollier all round.

Twice, in half an hour, Hetty had held up Miss Barlow's plans, and prevented her from moving as quickly as possible on to the next pleasure. Miss Barlow liked her life to be a steady movement towards pleasure. While she was having one, she was thinking about the next and what she should wear while she had that.

though it was too true that life as she is lived has a way of being curiously different from life as described by novelists.

There you are, you see. It's no use. You've chosen to be a married person. You mustn't expect to lead the life of a bachelor.' 'But

virginity certainly wasn't a

She had been waiting, she thought. Always waiting. In New York, waiting for her life to be replaced by some other, more interesting life on offer. Waiting for money that she felt ought to be hers to flood in and elevate her position, from some male source...

They had been nice to her, that was the surprising thing. She though they'd be cutting and they were kind. Welcoming.

The Victorians did not have some secret formula, since lost, about how to expect the best of marriage and still put up with the worst. Rather, they were much more accepting than we are today of a huge gap between rhetoric and reality, expectation and actual experience. In large part, this was because they had no other choice.

You are riding for a fall, Your Grace," "I'll be riding you before Christmas.

have noticed that the people who are late are often so much jollier than the people who have to wait for them.

Human history is in truth nothing but the history of the slow, uncertain, and surprising fulfillment of the Promise.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

Only when the mind is still, tranquil, not expecting or grasping or resisting a single thing, is it possible to see what is true. It is the truth that liberates, not your effort to be free.

The big secret about Art is that no one wants it to be true.