Quotes About Expectation

How can you expect me to believe that?whether you believe it or not does not change the nature of truth

I'v planted my seeds for my upcoming events. but right now, Im just waiting for them to bloom

Viltis - kvaili? motina.

It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.

It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.

What I'm worrying about is what Tom is going to say when he starts talking. Uncle Tom? I wish there was something else you could call him except 'Uncle Tom,' Aunt Dahlia said a little testily. Every time you do it, I expect to see him turn black and start playing the banjo.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.

She came leaping towards me, like Lady Macbeth coming to get first-hand news from the guest-room.

I've found, as a general rule of life, that the things you think are going to be the scaliest nearly always turn out not so bad after all.

Hear that, Eustace? He wishes we were staying a good long time. I expect it will seem a good long time, said Eustace, philosophically.

Little as he knew of women, he was aware that as a sex they are apt to be startled by the sight of men crawling out from under the seats of compartments.

I must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment.

Few things are so pleasant as the anticipation of them...

You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange back yard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.

The last few minutes of waiting in a cupboard are always the hardest.

You can't expect an empty aunt to beam like a full aunt.

No girl, when she has been led to expect that a man is about to pour forth his soul in a fervour of passion, likes to find him suddenly shelving the whole topic in favour of an address on aquatic Salamandridae.

I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something. So that it was a bit of an anti-climax when I merely ran into young Bingo Little, looking perfectly foul in a crimson satin tie decorated with horseshoes.

In fact, it seemed to him that he could almost hear the wedding bells ringing already. Then, coming out of his dreams, he realized that it was the telephone.

How would this do you, Bingo? I said at length. A few plovers' eggs to weigh in with, a cup of soup, a touch of cold salmon, some cold curry, and a splash of gooseberry tart and cream with a bite of cheese to finish? I don't know that I had expected the man actually to scream with delight, though I had picked the items from my knowledge of his pet dishes, but I had expected him to say something.

It was foolish of her to have expected such a state of things to last, for what is life but a series of sharp corners, round each of which Fate lies in wait for us

I MUST SAY I was pretty well a-twitter. It was about as juicy a biff as I had had for years.

the hand that counteth its chickens ere they be hatched oft-times doth but step on the banana-skin.