Quotes About Expectation

Look . . ." I dreaded female statements that started with "look." In my limited experience, there was nowhere to hide after they were made.

there's a goodlookin' woman behind every tree . . ." He joined me for the rest. "There just ain't any trees.

Maybe it was just what happens when you finally get something you want and it turns out not to be what you wanted after all. You spend most of the time in life running after things that aren't that important, and the pursuit becomes more desirable than the prize.

To stop expecting other people to behave like we do is actually a two-step process: first we have to realize that we have this expectation, and second we have to start expecting the local people to simply be themselves. The first step, realizing we expect others to be like us, is in many ways the most difficult, for it requires that we somehow become aware of behavior that is completely subconscious.

There's this thing you're supposed to be part of in London. But what is it? That's the million-dollar question. Everyone's there because they're searching, aspiring. A very small percentage is actually living the dream. Ill, tired, unhappy, the rent is fucking loads, what is it you're getting? The idea of it, or something.

students don't expect to understand what they read.

Me pregunto si llegaré a ser alhun día feliz o si me pasaré el resto de mi vida luchando por sobrevivir. Aunque sobrevivo fabulosamente no quiero quejarme. Preferiría esperar lo peor y tener lo mejor... Maria callas

If a man wants to be romantically involved with you, he tries to kiss you. That's the entire story, and if he doesn't kiss you, there is never a reason to wait around for him.

it struck me as so hard to believe I was really getting what I wanted; it was always easier to feel the lack of something than the thing itself.

I wanted to have a friendship with Christine [Baranski], but she turned down so many invitations to visit my home that I finally said, 'Look, you'll just have to tell me when you'd like to come over.

How tragic could a breakup be when it was a part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning?

Sometimes, you should be careful what you want in this world.

What is it that you want from me?" Everything. But they'd get to that... soon enough.

People say it's better to know the truth, but what if the ending's a bad one? Is it still better to know? Or is it kinder to keep that string of hope dangling? To believe that maybe if you just wait long enough, everything could still end the way you want.

How else can hopes go but up?

Mom says I have to deal with what is and not to get my hopes up, but how else can hopes go but up?

You knew beforehand that when you opened the magazine you would find the nasty anger of the pure-hearted.

Do not always expect good to happen, but do not let evil take you by surprise.

You will find what you want to find.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed....

Aim for a million bucks, you suddenly need a billion. I upgraded my computer, but it wasn't enough. No matter what, it ain't fucken enough in life, that's what I learned

It just wasn't enough, in the end, I guess. The day he got his first thousand dollars, the neighbors must've got ten. Aim for a million bucks, you suddenly need a billion. I upgraded my computer, but it wasn't enough. No matter what, it ain't fucken enough in life, that's what I learned.

The only human beings in the neighborhood who were not looking forward to a happy day were members of the local constabulary, for it seemed pretty certain that a good many otherwise law-abiding people would come in motor cars, burning gas that had been allotted them for domestic purposes only, and the English bobby does not fancy himself in the role of Gestapo official.

At the end of a year the matter would be reconsidered. Mr. Whitney insisted on the year's probation—Ernest might want to marry, or he, himself, might die; anything might happen in a year— "Good," said Ernest at last, stretching his arms, "I'm free." "You are bound," thought Mr. Whitney but he was too wise to say so.