Quotes About Expectation

Don't be so sure that what you want is what you should have.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

this might be the happy ending without the ending

I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

All I get is tomorrow.

Someday your prince will come, I assure him. And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

The spot was empty. Empty but not void. Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty-with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.

You can't deny that there's something between us. No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so dissapointed that I decided to come home.

A plan is a thing that goes unsaid, but puts the hope in your voice nonetheless.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

It is always the ones who believe that are hurt the worst when things go wrong.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up.

I want to be here with her. I want to be the one who lives up to her hopes.

Don't do it for the sake of doing it, but don't wait for a fantasy either.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.