Quotes About Expectation

Qué entendés por snob? —preguntó Oliveira, más interesado. —Bueno —dijo la Maga, agachando la cabeza con el aire de quien presiente que va a decir una burrada—, yo me vine en tercera clase, pero creo que si hubiera venido en segunda Luciana hubiera ido a despedirme. —La mejor definición que he oído nunca —dijo Oliveira.

She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.

A veces observaba sus manos con esa atención ingenua que prestan a las cosas más insignificantes las personas que esperan.

I demand more from myself than anybody else could possibly expect of me.

You said i could call you when i wanted but that you wouldn't call me. you have to decide where and when, you said. if you leave it up to me i'll want to see you every day. At least you were honest, which is more than i can say for me.

Tarde venientibus ossa.)

Besides it only happens when you're not looking for it. That's what everybody claims. Easier to say that than This shit sucks.

I had expected a different father, one about seven feet tall with enough money to buy our entire barrio, but this one was average height, with an average face.

He wrote that he couldn't believe he'd had to wait for this so goddamn long. (Ybón was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.)

It's never the changes we want that change everything.

Sometimes I could grab her and pull her back on the couch, and we´d stay there a long time, me waiting for her to fall in love with me, her waiting for whatever, but other times she´d be serious.

Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like, well, he'd jumped off the New Brunswick train bridge.

I'll give you what I've managed to unearth and the rest will have to wait for the day the páginas en blanco finally speak.

Since when have we Americans been expected to bow submissively to authority and speak with awe and reverence to those who represent us?

Hope was a thing that gave you pain, and that's what this girl was. A painful sort of hope.

It's different being afraid when there's the hope it will amount to something.

My last words to him were to assure him that we would bring Sally to join him later. And you know what your dad said? He said that he would wait for as long as it took." Grace bit her lip. "But she never came, did she? And he never stopped waiting.

We'd been gone for eleven days, and the first thing Dad had to say when he finally deigned to notice us from where he was sitting in the kitchen, reading his newspaper? "What are we having for dinner?

It's okay," Mom said, instantly absolving him of any guilt. It was as if she had become so accustomed to disappointment, so inured to people reneging on their promises that she expected setbacks, heartbreak. Couldn't Merc see the panic in her eyes? Couldn't he see how she focused on me, expecting me to figure everything out?

She promised to be good. She wasn't.

Expect the best, but prepare for the worst.' I'm good at the first part, crap at the second.

Expectation is the worst emotional disturbance. What will happen will happen, what won't happen, won't.

Gignomai took a book off the top of the pile, glanced at the spine (Caecilius on Prosody) and opened it. It began with a beautiful illuminated letter B and went downhill from there.

If there's a hell, I truly believe, it's getting exactly what you've always wanted.