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.

Everything comes if a man will only wait.

Everything comes if a man will only wait.

I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world read more

I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

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.

'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.

'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing read more

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail;
and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting
bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was
his favorite expression.

He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."

He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."