Quotes About Expectation

Both men had talked of their intentions to commit suicide. Both used the typical argument—they had nothing more to expect from life. In both cases it was a question of getting them to realize that life was still expecting something from them; something

Bismarck: «La vida es como visitar al dentista. Siempre crees que lo peor aún está por llegar, cuando en realidad ya ha pasado».

anticipatory anxiety.

ViaÈ›a e ca atunci când mergi la dentist; te tot gândeÈ™ti c? urmeaz? ce-i mai r?u È™i când colo totul s-a terminat deja.

de Nietzsche: «Quien tiene un porqué para vivir puede soportar casi cualquier cómo». Yo veo en esas palabras un motor válido para la psicoterapia. Los campos de concentración nazis dan fe de que los prisioneros más aptos para la supervivencia fueron los que se sabían esperados

It is a peculiarity of man that he can only live by looking to the future

Woe to him who, when the day of his dreams finally came, found it so different from all he had longed for! Perhaps he boarded a trolley, traveled out to the home which he had seen for years in his mind, and only in his mind, and pressed the bell, just as he has longed to do in thousands of dreams, only to find that the person who should open the door was not there, and would never be there again.

Woe to him who, when the day of his dreams finally came, found it so different from all he had longed for!

ilusión del indulto»; no perdían la esperanza de que serían liberados e imaginaban que aquello iba a terminar bien.

The wish is father to the thought" to "The fear is mother of the event.

Even if you don't expect anything from life, doesn't life expect something from you?

The point is not what we expect from life, but rather what life expects from us.

Life is like being at dentist. You always think that the worst is yet to come, & yet it is over already.

For of those to whom much is given, much is required.

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

We are about to part, said Neville. Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him.

He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unanswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait, and he will not come. It is for that that I love him. Oblivious, almost entirely ignorant, he will pass from my life. And I shall pass, incredible as it seems, into other lives; this is only an escapade perhaps, a prelude only.

Emerged from the tentative ways, the obscurities and dazzle of youth, we look straight in front of us, ready for what may come (the door opens, the door keeps on opening). All is real; all is firm without shadow or illusion. Beauty rides our brows.

Must a kettle boil?

One never gets anything worth having by post.

Directly anything happens—it may be a marriage, or a birth, or a death—on the whole they prefer it to be a death—every one wants to see you. They insist upon seeing you. They've got nothing to say; they don't care a rap for you; but you've got to go to lunch or to tea or to dinner, and if you don't you're damned. It's the smell of blood, she continued; I don't blame 'em; only they shan't have mind if I know it!

Society gives me chicken and coffee, bed and lodging, in return for a certain number of pieces of paper which were left me by an aunt, for no other reason than that I share her name.

The future is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing a future can be, I think.

Virtually all the characters in the novel have failed to live up to their early dreams and ambitions.