Quotes About Expectation

While you're at it, get that straight in your own head, too. You want peace, quiet, wildlife, scenery, wild trout, and you don't expect miracles

They say a woman marries a man with the belief she can change him, and she can't. A man marries a woman with the belief that she won't change, and she does.

He put her on secret probation. She had seven days to become nice

He ordered another glass of rosé, and the second one proved as ineffective as the first.

But I think five is on the low side.

Strippers. Get them a job, then an apartment, buy some clothes, feed them nice dinners, and then they get culture and start making demands. They were an expensive habit, but one he could not break.

He couldn't wait to get to school.

I didn't know what I expected. But the smell of fresh paint make me nauseous.

His book, The Dreams of Ada, was published by Viking in April 1987 and was greatly anticipated by the town.

For example, more baggage animals were needed because Mary's bed often arrived late at its destination.

Cecil watched and waited. Unlike Mary, he was entirely prepared for what was about to happen in her country.

He went to pieces when told that his heir was not a boy.

she continued so relentlessly to set her sights on recognition as the heir to a woman who was only nine years older

the acting profession itself is precisely and endlessly this: waiting in a room for your name to be called. And then you hear your name, and they take you through the blank door into the room.

All his life he would hold this moment as exemplary of what love was. It was not wanting anything more, nor was it expecting people to exceed what they had just accomplished; it was simply feeling so complete.

Baseball) is a game with a lot of waiting in it; it is a game with increasingly heightened anticipation of increasingly limited action

Garp drank the beer and wondered if everything was an anticlimax..

Nothing bears out in practice what it promises incipiently.

nearly everything seems a letdown after a writer has finished writing something.

When I first came to Canada, I thought it was going to be easy to be a Canadian; like so many stupid Americans, I pictured Canada as simply some northern, colder, possibly more provincial region of the United States-I imagined it would be like moving to Maine, or Minnesota.

The English teacher kept his fingers crossed about Exeter; if the boy was accepted, Mr. Leary hoped the school would be so rigorous that it might save young Baciagalupo from the more unsavory aspects of his imagination. At Exeter, maybe the mechanics of writing would be so thoroughly demanding and time-consuming that Danny would become a more intellectual writer. (Meaning what, exactly? Not quite such a creative one?)

As a novelist, he was always looking ahead, too.)

Well then, Homer. I expect you to be of use.

Nowadays, of course, with the precautionary tests they take—especially with a woman Franny's age—they already know the sex of the child; or someone knows. Not Franny—she didn't want to know. Who wants to know such things in advance? Who doesn't know that half of pleasure lies in the wonder of anticipation?