Expectations Vs Reality Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I muttered, once again looking down at my lap. “Another two points for finally acknowledging that. Reality is a fucking bitch, Belladonna. It doesn't give two shits about your fantasies and dreams. It does whatever the fuck it wants. But do you know why people are still happy despite that? Despite having their hopes and dreams crushed? It’s their will. Their damn zeal.” “For a therapist, you should curse less.” That was my way of saying, “Damn, girl, you really know how to hit the spot.” She replied, “And for a client, you should listen more.”

"Mind your business. I said it was out of kindness. I'm not in any kind of relationship with him." "I'll pretend that I believe you." "Just think whatever you desire. What concerns me now is the worst-case scenario. Did I lose my womb? Is my spine broken and I can't walk anymore? Just tell me the fuck wrong with me." "God! What a pessimist you are." "Good things hardly happen in real life so I don't expect it. Whatever life throws at me, I take it. No surprises and no hard feelings." She stared at her thoughtfully " l get what you mean. Expecting too much will only break you."

“Why on earth would you want that? You’re Baek Jin. You could have anyone. Supermodels. Heiresses. Actual, real, non-terrified journalists who didn’t black out and make a spectacular fool of themselves.” He watched me, that infuriatingly calm expression never slipping. “Precisely. They would want something. They would have expectations. They would see it as a stepping stone.” He gestured vaguely in my direction. “You, on the other hand, just want to get out of that door as fast as your trembling legs can carry you. Your expectations seem refreshingly low.” The insult was so casually delivered that it took a second to land. “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, my cheeks burning again.

“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.”

“Intense, wow….that's a diplomatic way of saying terrifying.” “The thing about Mr. Grey,” I said slowly. “Is that he doesn't waste energy on things that don't matter. He doesn't yell, niether does he threaten. He just… expects.” “Expects,” Sarah repeated. “That's the word everyone uses, he expects excellence, he expects results. He expects you to be as committed as he is.” “And if you're not?” She shrugged. “You don't last long.” The table was quiet for a while, then Leo asked. “What do you expect, Zara?”

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

"You didn't scream, why?" "Because I wasn't startled. You know, last night while I laid down to sleep, I realized that I was probably going to keep seeing you for a while and if I didn't expect you, your presence was always going to startle me. So as of today, I'm always going to expect you." "You know that it's only when there's an expectation that there'll be disappointment right?" "Yes I do. And if you're trying to tell me that I would be disappointed if you don't show up when I expect you, I'm sorry to disappoint you but no. I will even be happy that you didn't show up."

Just like always. We shared the most serious conversation where i told her my expectations. Like her, i too hated expectations. But with life i understood that one needs something to motivate oneself. For me that something is expectation. Expectation to have a perfect life. A perfect life in my dictionary doesn't mean a life filled with luxuries and which will always be filled with happiness.

I was in the shower when my phone rang. I had to rush to pick it up. Manifesting is real. But we sometimes confuse expecting with manifesting and expectations always lead to disappointments. “I’ve a big favor you to ask from you,” Bobby said. “Sure. Is everything okay? What is it?” I asked. “The events are really happening one after the other. I can’t keep up anymore,” he said. “I told you that you don’t have to attend every event. You have people to represent you,” I said.

My mother on the other hand is down to earth and not the type to talk a lot in comparison to my father but to this day, she stills repeats the same thing everyday "We suffer more in imagination than in reality" This became the quote of my life. It defines every little aspect of my existence. Growing up with parents who are opposites of each other but still somehow manage to compliment each others personalities still surprises me. I was and will always be under their overprotective yet strict parenting but I couldn't be more thankful. Being an artist lost in my imagination sometimes leads to being hurt more in my imagination than in reality as my mother says.