Quotes About Expectation

What good is it to be a superhero if you only are some of the time and you never get to know when?

A once-robbed John, it won't remove its wallet from its trousers again until it gets the action it paid for. Nice try, sweet thing. NOT.

You watch her walking around, smiling, moving different than she moved before she went to him, and you know something happened up there that made her feel more alive than she ever felt before, that she got to be the way you hope you'll get to be with a man, even if it's just once in your life. A man has to see women a certain way for it to be that way.

My last name is Stone, though." "How foolish do you think I am?" he echoed the exact words she'd said to him about his name only hours ago. "Lisa Rock? That will not do. I can hardly present you to my men, should I decide to, as Lisa Stone. I may as well tell them you are Lisa Mud or Lisa Straw. Why would your people take the name of a stone?

It will slay me alive to enforce this decision, but I will, and my father would expect—no, demand—no less from me. Jack Lane would be ashamed of me if I did otherwise. Possibly even despise me.

expect to get it. It doesn't work like that." "Of course it does." "Does not." She says blankly, "In what kingdom in what universe doesn't it work like that?" "The only one that matters: mine!" I thunder. Whirling

A chaste little kiss. Hardly even a kiss at all. Not that she would have invited his kisses, but—since he'd gone ahead and taken one and she was already damned for permitting it—was it too much to ask that he commit to it? Exercise a little follow-through? But

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?

Funny, she had always thought that thin, bespectacled, intellectual types like Brian attracted her. Lora had to smile at her own naivete. Who would have guessed that she, Lora Harding, would buckle at the knees over a hunk of male beef?

Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.

It's time to embrace what is...and let go of what you wanted to happen

Stop worrying about what tomorrow may bring. Focus on what you can control. Stay positive. Enjoy today. Expect good things to come.

Never go shopping for kiwis in a shoe store.

And that's just what this feels like, a bad scene from a third-rate soap. I half expect to hear the ominous, minor chord before we cut away to a detergent commercial.

I feel like writing a book there's always a version in your head that's an amazing version, but then you write the version that you can write.

My mom would say that crying for the moon is a lot like sitting in a rocking chair: It keeps you busy but it won't get you anywhere.

I was like a child leaving a gift unwrapped, the anticipation more exciting than the reality.

again. Before closing the door I waited

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

War, at first, is the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.

Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.

There, that's better. That should get him talking. But it doesn't. As more time

I don't have a list or anything. I just haven't met that person that I want to hold a boom box up for yet.

Almost sneezing is like almost having an orgasm. Sure it tickles getting there, but if you don't get the release you were hoping for at the end, then what's the point?