Quotes About Expectation

The way our subconscious tells us that if it never happened before, it never will. But if it happened, especially pretty recently, it tells us it's about to happen again.

I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.

Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.

When a book lies unopened it might contain anything in the world, anything imaginable. It therefore, in that pregnant moment before opening, contains everything. Every possibility, both perfect and putrid. Surely such mysteries are the most enticing things...grant[ed] us in this mortal mere...Unknown and therefore infinite.

She said you'd come and I swore to eat your heart.

Once more September marveled that even the Dodo knew what she wanted to be when she was grown. She simply could not think what she herself might do. September expected that destinies, which is how she thought of professions, simply landed upon one like a crown, and ever after no one questioned or fretted over it, being sure of one's own use in the world. It was only that somehow her crown had not yet appeared. She did hope it would hurry up.

People are mostly happiest when they think they're just about to get the thing they want most. Before and after, they're all monsters.

Where I come from, some people wear fine suits just to ride on an Aeroplane - I suspect they think if they impress it enough it will be sure to carry them safely.

I expect everyone in Boston has something like that ring, which is why I am glad I have never been to Boston.

Perhaps one was not meant to see what a husband looked like before he made himself more or less presentable. Perhaps the republic of husbands was a strange and frightening place full of not only birds, but bats too, and lizards, and bears, and worms, and other beasts waiting to fall out of a tree and into a wedding ring.

Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today. Snow

Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?

what maiden knows how the world is skewed to spare any testing of her virtue?

Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today.

When I grew a little older, and had suitors, I demanded from them rings from the bottom of the sea, or a sword from the depths of the desert, or a golden bough and a thick golden fleece, too, before I allowed even one kiss.

Sometimes grace is having the strength to persevere through the storm. Sometimes it's having the guts to rebuild, to take a chance, to follow your nose and your heart rather than your head. Sometimes grace is finding out that your preconceived notions are dead wrong. Sometimes it's being surprised by joy. Sometimes grace is something you can feel even if you can't see it. And sometimes it's a bowl of watermelon gazpacho when you were expecting Taco Bell.

her footsteps on the stairs. I was expecting

I sighed. I don't know what to do. Velma Richards seems like a woman who will carry out her threat". "No Doubt It's a crusade for her. " Moments passed. "Not much Christian about it is there?" I felt like snorting. I don't know it pretty well fits with what I've come to expect of Christians.

As the poet Prageeta Sharma said, Americans have an expiration date on race the way they do for grief. At some point, they expect you to get over it.

My ninth-grade teacher told us that we would all fall in love with Catcher in the Rye. The elusive maroon cover added to its mystique. I kept waiting to fall in love with Salinger's cramped, desultory writing until I was annoyed.

Don't go to the hardware store for bread.

We expected that the international community would put a stop to it. I believed that. I was worried about getting through a few days, that's all, while the world—how do you say?—got its act together.

When a kingdom rests on it, I always expect difficulty. Then, if there is none, no blame. But if there is, one is prepared.

It wasn't bad, but it could not be great.