Quotes About Expectation

Sometimes it's best to expect the worst. That way you're never disappointed.

The uncle and cousin seem nice, but the aunt is a bit of a shock. Whith her hair dyed bright red, she looks like Ronald McDonald's post-menopausal sister. Who has let herself go.

It's foolish to speak of your happiness before you're sure you have it.

I feel a horror for exaggerated love or friendship. It's just too well demonstrated to me that when the moment comes that one asks something, or has need of something, the responce is not worth a biscuit.

f you expect to be successful, you will eventually be successful. If you expect to be happy and popular, you will be happy and popular. If you expect to be healthy and prosperous, that is what will happen... Always think and talk positively about the future. Start every morning by saying: 'I believe something wonderful is going to happen to me today.' Then, throughout the day, expect the best.

No importa lo que todos te digan, prepárate para la posibilidad de que no lo hagan.

I believe something wonderful is going to happen to me today.

Bruno, Irene Nemirovsky

Scott suddenly realized for the first time, that all second cup exteriors do not lead to the same second cup interior.

She did not delude herself into expecting Francis to love her. He had never been taught how to love, but had an arresting way of looking pleased at Adah's achievements.

Relatives watching wanted and expected me to break down and cry, thereby devaluing my inner sorrow. Maybe if I had not stayed in cold England for eighteen years - England, a country where people cry in their hearts and not with their eyes - I would have done so. Eighteen years is a long time, and like the people I live with, I cried in my heart.

She, who only a few months previously would have accepted nothing but the best, had by now been conditioned to expect inferior things. She was now learning to suspect anything beautiful and pure. Those things were for the whites, not the blacks.

I already please everyone, and I already have everyone's approval, though I don't expect them to realize it yet.

In spite of myself, I gave a snort. Just once, I'd like to hear a simple, straightforward prophecy.

How is it that disappointment arrives as soon as what you have desired for so long steps over the threshold? It's like finding the end of your wedding train dragging behind in the mud.

One is expected to show a bit of eccentricity to be interesting. Otherwise one is simply a sad old crone, and no one wants that, you know.

It's every individual's responsibility to find his own peace – you can't expect any sort of retribution, or believe that it will be delivered some day.

People only go to the places they have visited first in their minds.

It's always the people who don't want things who get them.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

I can only hope he's an Aries and not a Scorpio.

I've never understood sexy lingerie. I mean, what's the point? The guy's only going to take it off.

Have I become the girl who waits by the phone, hoping it will ring, who asks a friend to dial her number to make sure the phone is working?

On the other hand, it seemed to be working. For Samantha, anyway. And in comparison, my own relationship with Bernard was sorely lacking. Not only in sex, but in the simple fact that I still wasn't sure I was ever going to see him again. I guess the best thing about living with a guy is that you know you're going to see him again. I mean, he has to come home at some point, right?