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 Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
 Where most it promises; and oft it hits
  Where hope read more 
 Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
 Where most it promises; and oft it hits
  Where hope is coldest and despair most fits. 
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
Don't lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect the best read more
Don't lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect the best of yourself, and then do what is necessary to make it a reality.
 I suppose, to use our national motto, something will turn up. 
[Motto of Vraibleusia.]  
 I suppose, to use our national motto, something will turn up. 
[Motto of Vraibleusia.] 
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the read more
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.
If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by read more
If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail.
 Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of 
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more 
 Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of 
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in 
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is 
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; 
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great 
sickness in his judgment that makes it. 
Ambition is the last refuge of failure.
Ambition is the last refuge of failure.
 Serene I told my hands and wait,
 Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
  I rave read more 
 Serene I told my hands and wait,
 Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
  I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
   For lo! my own shall come to me.