Expectations Vs Reality Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

"What will I do now, control my feelings, will I prevent my heart from loving him? Bryan, I wish I could, but I don't know how." "I didn't say that, Belle." He shook his head. "Yes, you can continue to love him and you can always hope, but never expect anything, because sometimes expectations lead to disappointment. And it's better to be surprised rather than disappointed." After hearing the words expectations and disappointments, a decision suddenly came to my mind "What if I just quit and stop all of this?" He straightened his seat and looked at me, frowning. "What do you mean, you will quit?

But then, he remembered the light at the end of the dark tunnel. He was finally going to meet his son. The son he thought has died until two days ago. The thought filled his chest with a type of expectation that Cillian has never experienced. He wasn't one to leave himself open to expectations in the first place because with expectations came disappointment. Expect nothing and get no disappointment. That was yet another one of the mottos he'd raised himself with. But today, he found himself having great expectations for the day that would follow. Tucking his phone into his pocket, he turned to face the sea of shareholders who were watching him like he was some circus animal, but averted thei

At my camera and my notebook and the ordinary things of a life that was entirely mine. "I will let you," I said. "Slowly." "Slowly is fine," she said. "Slowly is more than I expected." "Do not get used to low expectations," I said. "I am told that is not a good foundation." "No," she said. Warmly. "It is not."

“What’s wrong with doing all those things with me? I’ll have you know, many girls will scramble for a chance to be in a relationship with me. I’m a catch, you know.” “‘Reality can be beaten with enough imagination’. Yann Martel.” Silence. “What does that mean?” I gave a heavy sigh and went back to scribbling and striking out. This was going to be a very trying time.

Mom tapped her finger on the table. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “You aren’t listening to me. I don’t want to do any of that. I would rather spend eternity flipping burgers at McDonald’s than get into the financial field. I love working at the Boys & Girls Club. I enjoy working with the kids and coaching their basketball team. I live and breathe basketball. I’m not good enough to go pro, but I can teach kids how to play.” I went into a rant. “Collin Oscar Cole! That was very rude of you. We are just trying to think of your future.” Mom scoffed. Oh, damn it. Here it comes. The guilt is just around the corner.

“You treat me the same as I’d imagine the father of my dreams would treat his daughter. It’s so nice!” I’m left speechless. Rolling my eyes at a complete loss at the gaping gap between what I have been expecting, and the true reality…