Quotes About Expectation

He told us that it had been a fine day today, and we told him that it had been a fine day yesterday, and then we all told each other that we thought it would be a fine day tomorrow; and George said the crops seemed to be coming up nicely.

But who wants to be foretold the weather?  It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

A farmer has a way of standing on one leg and looking at a thing that isn't there. It sounds simple, but there is knack in it. The farmer is not surprised it is not there. He never expected it to be there. It is one of those things that ought to be, and is not. The farmer's life is full of such. Suffering reduced to a science is what the farmer stands for. All his life he is the good man struggling against adversity. Nothing

Grape-Nuts is a mysterious product. You open the box, pour it in the bowl, no grapes, no nuts. What's the story?

I'm that way, goofy as it sounds. Sometimes I don't want things to happen-I'm talking about good things, even wonderful things-because once they happen, I can't look forward to them anymore. But there's an upside, too. Once a wonderful thing is over, I'm not all that sad because then I can start thinking about it, reliving and reliving it in the virtual world in my head.

You wanted that which you've won, but you'll never win that which you've wanted.

You'll recognize those men, the ones inclined to their dark side, because they'll expect you to carry their load. They'll smother your anger with their pain, they'll make you doubt yourself, and they'll tell you they love you the whole time.

But Gloria kept her eyes trained on me, kept gripping my face. "You'll recognize those men, the ones inclined to their dark side, because they'll expect you to carry their load. They'll smother your anger with their pain, they'll make you doubt yourself, and they'll tell you they love you the whole time. Some do it big, like Ed, but most do it in quiet steps, like your father.

Paulie Aandeg disappeared on September 5. September 5 is my due date.

Claire happy to no longer expect...but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life.

And he waited—as he always had—for life to come and find him.

People expect a story to always mean the same thing, but I have found that stories change like people do.

It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start. Do you know what I mean, Pasquale?

But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start. Do you know what I mean, Pasquale?" He did know what she meant! It was just how he felt—like someone sitting in the cinema waiting for the film to start.

happy to no longer expect the dead perfection of museum art, but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life.

For years. It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.

It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.

waiting for her movie to start," and that she'd almost missed out on her life waiting for it.

He wanted to believe that I was a good person and I wanted to believe that he was just another asshole.

So she would wait for him. Because one day, Finn would be home. One day, they could see what this really was between them. Julie

So that went well. Not that I should have expected better. Inebriated middle-of-the-night calls are sort of destined to fail.

I had expected the turnip metaphor to go over better, but it seems not everyone appreciates a clever philosophically grounded root vegetable reference.

On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.

The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.