Quotes About Expectation

Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.

No matter luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you chooe, you'll nevver be totally happy.

Your name told you just how your life would go.

Jump to another weird sick disappointment just coming over the horizon.

Overrun with Goths wearing sandals and soaking lentils at home, the future I wanted is gone. The future I was promised. Everything I expected. The way everything was supposed to turn out. Happiness and peace and love and comfort.

It's nothing perfect or complete, but this is what I've made of my life. Right or wrong, it follows no great master plan. All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does. Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.

Raymond K. K. Hessel, your dinner is going to taste better than any meal you've ever eaten, and tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your entire life.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

Ev­ery phone call I get fills me with joy and ter­ror since this could be the case­work­er or the killer.

nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

She set them up on a date with their subconscious because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

People shopping for a messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser.

but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is Earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

This is the deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right and your life would amount to something.

The moment the colorful papier-mâché burst, instead of Tootsie Rolls or Hershey's Kisses, everyone present was showered with Vicodins, Darvons, Percodans, amyl nitrate ampoules, LSD stamps, and assorted barbiturates. The now-wealthy, now-middle-aged parents were ecstatic, while my little friends and I couldn't help but feel a tad bit cheated.

And a moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

Masticando il suo tabacco, il Mezzano ha sputato sulla moquette macchiata e ha detto che questo edificio umido, queste stanze semibuie, non avevano nulla a che vedere con il ritiro per scrittori che si era immaginato: gente che scrive a mano, con lo sguardo che si perde lungo prati verdi on-dulati; scrittori che mangiano pranzi al sacco, ciascuno nel suo chalet privato. Frutteti di albicocchi e nuvole di petali bianchi sollevati dal vento. Sonnellini pomeridiani all'ombra di castagni. Croquet.

When did the future, Ellis once wrote on the back of a postcard, switch from being a promise to a threat?

We look forward to getting you back.

People shopping for a messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser. When it comes to choosing a savior, they won't settle for just a human

Jimmy's skin smelled like paint. So much so that when she'd wrap her hand around his dick and jerk it up and down – like shaking a can of spray paint – she'd half expect to hear something rattle inside.

It feels bad, telling you all this. Spoiling the surprise, I mean. You'll see it all yourself, soon enough. That is, if you live too long. Or if you just give up and go nuts ahead of schedule. My mom, Eva, even you, eventually everybody gets a bracelet.

I try to smile against all the swelling, and I say, look at me. How about next month?