Quotes About Expectation

Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

But was a miracle still a miracle if it came too late?

If you do not flirt, how will you manage this marriage you anticipate making next season?" "I expect I will dance with her at balls a few times, call on her a few times, then propose." "How dreadful you make it sound. Poor girl." "Dreadful? Poor girl? She will be a duchess. Her family will be delirious with joy.

Even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, I cannot name the thing I hope for.

He waits for you.

Where there is greed, there is hope.

and where there was greed there was hope.

I was giddy feeling his first kicks and I spoke to him every moment, as I crushed my herbs, as I cut clothes for his body, wove his cradle out of rushes. I imagined him walking beside me, the child and boy and man that he would be.

When at last they pulled off the veil, they say my mother smiled. That is how they knew she was quite stupid. Brides did not smile.

What do children always hope? To make their parents shine with pride. I knew how painful the death of that hope could be.

I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.

I had hoped…" He trailed off, but the rest was clear. What do children always hope? To make their parents shine with pride. I knew how painful the death of that hope could be.

where there was greed there was hope.

In every contact with every other human in every day of your life, you become what you sense they want of you or, if you are motivated the other way, exactly what they do not want.

He guessed he had better face up to it and admit, watching the shabby rowboat approach the bank, that she was just too darn close to that picture he had been carting around in his head, of a girl he had never met, of a girl made up of bits and pieces of other girls known wisely and not too well.

Hello. I want to speak to Mr. Jack Cunningham please. . . . Hello. Is this Mr. Cunningham's office? Mr. James Merivale speaking. . . . Out of town. . . . And when will he be back? . . . Hum." He strode back along the hall. "The damn scoundrel's out of town." "All the years I've known him," said the little lady in the round hat, "that has always been where he was.

in this country where an hour's train ride will take you from Siberian snow into African desert, unity of population is hardly to be expected.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit, Trust on and think to-morrow will repay; To-morrow's falser than the former day.

Don't let your experience of God up to this point limit what you might enjoy with him in the coming years.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

Beware of the waiting room. He closed the door at once, as if he had rehearsed that moment. I opened it quickly, and leaned out to call after him, The what? He turned, but only to give a sharp wave, the Trafalgar Square crowd swallowed him up. I couldn't get the smile on his face out of my mind, it secreted an omission. Something he'd saved up, a mysterious last word. Waiting room. Waiting room. Waiting room. It went round in my head all that evening.

if someone's worked and been paid for twenty-two years, wasn't that the agreement? Don't get me wrong—loyalty is a good thing—but I have a hard time understanding why we feel we deserve something more