Quotes About Expectation

I was the first in my peer group to get pregnant. All I craved was reassurance. I needed someone to tell me that all the seemingly random symptoms I had - weird things, such as excess saliva - were normal. And I was worried because I wasn't getting any morning sickness.

The Eighth Month Approximately 32 to 35 Weeks

Er hoffte also in paradoxaler Weise, nämlich auf die Vergangenheit gerichtet statt auf die Zukunft. Und das tun wir, nebenbei bemerkt, meistens.

Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. When is Soon? What a terrible word: Soon. Soon can mean in one second, Soon can mean in one year. Soon is a terrible word. This Soon compresses the future, shrinks it, offers no certainty, no certainty whatever, it stands for absolute uncertainty. Soon is nothing and Soon is a lot. Soon is everything, Soon is death…

Here on earth we find ourselves in a waiting room.

Is my mind closed? No. It's wide open. I'm always waiting.

Because it turns out, "If it happens, it happens" is Southern Lady Code for we don't want kids.

She doesn't want to think of that woman, not now. She's just one more person who hasn't kept her promise; just one more person who hasn't returned to Harriet.

When we meet animals for the first time, we expect them to conform to the stories we've heard about them. But there is always, always a gap. The boar was still a surprise. Animals are.

If you want to see something very much, you just have to be patient and wait. There was no patience in my waiting, but time had passed all the same, and worked its careful magic.

Most of the people who say beauty fades say it with a smirk. Fading is more than just expected, it's what they want to see. I don't.

her body held in frightened rigidity because if she dared stop clapping then a bad thing would come.

I'm not saying I'm amazing or anything, but I'm decent-looking. Why shouldn't a decent-looking girl expect to be kissed?

We both know nothing's all right, but when I tell you it will be, you take it. If you don't, it's because you're holding out for another outcome altogether.

So her missing person's poster features a girl with long hair and dreamy eyes that don't see the fracture coming.

Mr. Fox didn't come, he didn't come, he didn't.

I wanted to ask her if she meant to spend the night here as well, but I didn't want her to say yes. It could be that she was in some kind of mood and just wanted a nap and my question might force her to adopt a stance. She does that, I've noticed; she lashes out when she thinks she's been given a cue.

Kazim used to give me strange looks whenever I tapped a corner of one of his comic strips and asked what was next. He thought it was strange of me to ask. What's next is what happened before.

While waiting for her to phone me at school I'd feel seconds bursting inside me and leaving clouds. That won't come again—it can't. I'll never have that with anyone else. I'll never even come close.

She'd left me her husband, who didn't expect much from me. He'd had his great love. And now he was willing, determined even, to be amused, to belly laugh at the slightest provocation, to appreciate heart-shaped pieces of toast as tokens of my affection.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Failing to be there when a man wants her is a woman's greatest sin, except to be there when he doesn't want her.

It also occurred to me that wishing away half your life in anticipation of retirement (albeit an awesome one) was verging on the medieval.

So, Elizabeth will have to ascend the throne without me. Teeth are all I am going to see crowned for the next couple of years.