Quotes About Expectation

As a shield against despair she had decided early on to live with the expectation of doom, an inspired tactic, because, by expecting it, it never fully arrived.

some things, most things in my experience, are more vivid when you haven't seen them

It's hard to live on hope. Living on hope you get thin and tired. Hope pares you away from the inside. You're all the time living in the future. In the future things will be better, you hope, and you'll feel better and you won't wake up feeling like someone has been taking the life of you drip by drip while you slept.

can see the way she's hoping so hard that this might be the time, this might be Help Coming. She's hoping and trying not to hope at the same time. And that's the saddest thing. Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it's definitely a Thing with Claws.

It's hard to live on hope. Living on hope you get thin and tired. Hope pares you away from the inside. You're all the time living in the future. In the future things will be better, you hope, and you'll feel better and you won't wake up feeling like someone has been taking the life out of you drip by drip while you slept.

Let's not see each other until we are in the next place.

like all male lovers he had quickly built a rose-coloured version that matched his own hope:

All writers are waiting for replies. That's what I've learned. Maybe all human beings are

There was very little wind as they set out. The battle was unlikely to happen that day.

Some very senior naval officers attended instead, most of them convinced the experiment would fail.

The power of human habit never failed to astonish her. How was it that two intelligent, decent people who basically loved each other could get so locked into a pattern of behavior that neither of them - or so she presumed - enjoyed? It was as if each knew the role he or she was expected to take and had no choice but to play it

you almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

that the human brain expects permanence. The cup is where you put it. The car is where you parked it (if it hasn't been towed away). The wine is still in the refrigerator where you left it. It's only people, the most complex, important, influential, life-changing elements of our lives, who are there and then are shockingly not-there. And it's surprisingly hard to get one's brain around that. So

It's not that she aimed high and failed, she never expected

I don't think I am scared of intimacy, but I am frightened of making a mistake. offering more than I have, or expecting more than you can give. - Matt Sedon

That's other guys. I'm more of the beaten NCO who sighs and looks off toward wherever as you tell him the next problem he's got to jump all over before everything catches fire and we explode in every direction.

Why leave me hanging on a star When you deem me so high When you deem me so high When you deem me so high And why leave me sailing in a sea When you hear me so clear When you hear me so clear When you hear me so clear And why leave me hanging on a star When you deem me so high When you deem me so high When you deem me so high

This book was supposed to be finished at Easter, like God.

It's simultaneously hard and soft. Until you measure it—which he probably does often, hoping against hope to see something different than last time. But then the wave function collapses to something a little flaccid.

She said nothing, hoping her silence would goad him into explaining.

Hild knew where this was going, but questions would only send Begu's thoughts flying in all directions.

She looked up, expecting Aoifre. It was Uaithne. She leaned against the fence; her hood was drawn and snow clung to her hair. Her skin was creamy, fresh, with a delicate flush of exertion, and very smooth. Her gloves were tucked under her belt, next to her knife. The carving on the bone handle was smooth with use. She smiled.

She should have expected her mother to know she knew.

Hope was something to be feared.