Novel & Cerita Expectations Versus Reality Quotes

After hearing her complaint, he subconsciously retorted, “How do you know that these things won’t happen in real life? It’s not entirely impossible.” The two people bickered and argued endlessly. Life itself was a movie. One would not expect it, but oftentimes, the reality could be even more dramatic than in the movies.

And besides I'm not expecting Jordan to let me stay there after knowing the truth. I've learned my lesson. Expect. That's a dangerous thing to do. Expecting people. Expecting things to happen. Expecting will just lead you to disappointment. So let's not expect anymore. Just like what I heard in the movies.... "Expect disappoinment and you'll never be disappointed." Walking to the hallway leading to the stairs, I saw some maids who's looking at me weirdly and some was smiling. They greeted me but I ignored them. "What's with the attitude?"

Vex's POV Her words had really brought me back to reality. I had been spiraling, drowning in the failure of those five samples, letting the weight of my own expectations crush me. And she had pulled me out with a few sentences and an insult. That was what I needed. Not praise. Just the truth, plain and unvarnished.

"You deserve a father who supports you instead of criticizes you. You deserve a coach who encourages you instead of constantly pointing out your flaws. You deserve to feel like you are enough, exactly as you are." "That is a nice fantasy," Derek said with a sad smile. "But it is not reality." "It could be," I said. "How?" Derek asked. "How do I make people stop expecting so much from me? How do I make my father stop being disappointed? How do I make my coach stop pushing? How do I make anyone see me as something other than wasted potential?" I did not have answers to those questions. Because he was right. He could not control how other people treated him or what they expected from him.

“What’s wrong with wanting a sweet, dependable person as a partner who is loyal and kind and looks after you? Is that too much to ask, or am I reaching too far?” “You’re not reaching at all.” Finishing his coffee, Micheal gets up and puts his mug on the table. Then he crosses the room to me. “There’s nothing wrong with having realistic expectations for what you want in your life. It’s just matching it up with what’s in front of you. That’s the problem.” “Did you have a problem when you met your wife?”

His fingers were tapping slowly in his thigh, finding the right words to say. But that’s the thing in life. There is no right words. Only truths and fact that will and forever will slap us hard in the face without any apology. “Help will come.” he finally voiced out and I felt my shoulder sagged. Not that I do not believe, there was no other thing to believe into anyway, but I just can’t stop staying in our reality. And right now, our reality is no help has yet to come. I’m getting anxious everyday.

Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes. Those cranky old men whom we met at the meetings behaved as if they knew everything about business and the world. We are older; we had seen the world; we knew better than the younger generation, but in everyday life, they were the most fucked up. If you looked at their life, you would know how fucked up human relationships can be. So here was a piece of free advice, never, not even accidentally, heed any attention when they gave you a reality check. Trust me, you would be content, lived a good life without these bullshits.

" 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯� ��𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 "

“It’s not meant to, the weight is too much for you princess.” I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the chair. “Honesty is starting to feel like a luxury I didn’t ask for.” “It keeps you grounded,” he replied. “I feel anything but grounded.” “That’s because you’re adjusting.” “To what?” “To reality.” I turned my head slightly toward him. “That word keeps showing up too often lately.” “Because you’re finally seeing things clearly, being in the action.” “Or I’m just being pulled into things I didn’t choose.”

“I do not know if I want to lead.” I study her face. The worry there. The pressure already pressing down on her from expectations she did not choose. It is painfully familiar, like looking at a reflection from another time. “You do not have to decide that now,” I say. She frowns. “Everyone keeps saying I should.” “Everyone always does,” I reply. “Especially when they see potential.” She shifts her weight, boots scuffing the dirt. “What if I am wrong.” “You will be,” I say. “More than once.”