Expectations Vs Reality Quotes Novels & Stories

Aaron No one is perfect... No one can ever be perfect, but the world expects us to be. When people give their opinion on something it is usually given from their own point of view and how they view the world. If you don't have a strong sense of self or an anchor of truth; you will constantly live in assumption and expectation . When people assume something , they expect you to live up to their expectations. The world says perform because life is an act, however the ones you love and hold dear say ; live ... You need to stop , stop for a moment and just breathe . Living happens when you stop playing roles that don't serve you to your highest good . When the final curtain call comes and when a

“It may be predictable, but at least I have goals. Things to look forward to and to strive for in my life. What are you looking forward to? Adding more zeroes to your bank account?” I don’t have an answer. It’s rare for me to be speechless like this, but here I am. Nobody has this effect on me, but Athena manages to throw me off-balance with ease, like it’s nothing. She literally just threw the harsh facts of reality on my face.

He found me halfway through one of the thicker binders, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Progress?" he asked. "A little," I admitted. "It's hard." "Good," he said. "If it was easy, anyone could do it. You're not anyone." I let out a quiet laugh. "You always know how to put pressure on me.". "Expectation, not pressure," Edmund said, correcting me. "And expectation can shape a person if they let it." I nodded, although a part of me still had doubts. Adrian spoke up, leaning against the wall. "She'll be okay. Don't worry so much, Grandfather."

“What do you mean by real?” He looks down at his coffee cup, swirling the liquid. “I want to do something that actually matters, something that makes a difference. But my family… they have other plans for me.” I nod, understanding the weight of family expectations all too well. “I get that. Sometimes it feels like you’re living someone else’s dream instead of your own.” He meets my gaze, and I can see a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “Exactly. It’s like I’m caught in this… bubble, and I can’t figure out how to break free.”

Yet he hadn't jumped into the fact that he even never tried to win this battle with me. I just thought at first. I was complacent. Also reassuring. Convinced himself that he would defend me. That he would never easily let me go. But I was wrong at first. I was wrong to expect. He can also trust me and he will try to hold me until the end while we are next to the actuality that even if I am not his real child, he would still choose to be with me. And that reality will make us even stronger. Ironic. Reality is more real than the expectations you only expected. A thought isn't an assumption but a hoax that is believed by the mind, and it is a fiction created to deliver us from our darkest day.

He told me. I refused to allow him to change my perception. “Maybe you want to begin now, no one can tell what the future holds anyway. I just do not want to hope too much on you and at the end of the day you go ahead and shatter my expectations. It wouldn't work.” I replied. “I would not be able to bounce back from it so it's better that I do not hear how I am the best person and the world and all that flattery.” He shook his head in disagreement yet refused to say a word. “I'm glad that you do not rely on empty words. Actions speak louder.” He took the words out of my mouth.

We were soon in the air and I know he won’t stop this time. But his last words kept ringing inside my head. “Stop raising the bars of your expectations ’cause I am afraid you will have to be disappointed.” ‘What does he mean by that?’ *****

"But I've learned that hoping too much only leads to misery. Excessive expectations are a poison that kills you slowly." My heart clenched at her words. They echoed my own experiences with family expectations, the constant struggle to prove yourself worthy of love that should have been unconditional. The raw humanity of the moment struck me. How alike we were in our pain, despite everything else that divided us. "What do you think I should do?" Karina's question hung in the salt-laden air. I began brushing sand from my clothes, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. "The sacrifices you make at the expense of your feelings... no one's going to stand up and applaud your self-destruction."

Even though it pained him to let them face such a creature without sufficient knowledge and skills, he had to set aside his doubts about their capabilities. -----"Most of the things in reality are far from our expectations. Maybe a certain dream can become real, but it will not happen exactly as it did in your dream. It can be better or worse. Whatever it may be, the effects will leave a great impact on your life. That's how strongly reality hits a person, and you can't do anything but go with the flow and accept the present."-----

She wanted to remain optimistic while being as realistic as possible. Expectations versus reality. Her expectations were high- hoping for all things good and happy, though she would always remind herself how likely of an outcome that was. Her expectations would resemble that of an impossible dream, while in reality, she knew she would never achieve it. She only liked to pretend that one day she could. It was easier said than done, in all honesty. As even when she tried to brace herself for the negativity that invaded her everyday life, she would still find herself disappointed when things wouldn't work out for the better.