Quotes About Expectation

In was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that, but I am telling you how it was.

It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning.

I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen.

I was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that...

Someday it all comes.

Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be.

I would stay in New York, I told him, just six months, and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from my window. As it turned out the bridge was the Triborough, and I stayed eight years.

Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

Grief when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. It was not what I felt when my parents died: my father died a few days short of his eighty-fifth birthday and my mother a month short of her ninety-first, both after some years of increasing debility. What I felt in each instance was sadness, loneliness (the loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age), regret for time gone by, for things unsaid.

Almost everybody I meet in San Francisco has to go to court at some point in the middle future. I never ask why.

I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.

To her amazement, the baby, even at this stage, was a fact, and not a choice of any kind. She

It all begins so hopefully, but these Worlds we build for ourselves are all just castles in the sand, waiting for the evening tide.

Io cucino quando sono irrequieta; mi piacciono le ricette semplici, la preparazione degli ingredienti, il sapere che, se seguo le regole, il piatto non deluderà mai. Se solo la gente fosse così. Se solo il cuore fosse così semplice.

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you're afraid for the next moment, because it couldn't possibly be quite as good? That's what it felt like.

the people you love can surprise you every day... maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.

All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.

people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst.

Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.

Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less