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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.
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.
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.
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull read more
Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us;
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.
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.
It is folly to expect men to do all that they may reasonably be
expected to do.
It is folly to expect men to do all that they may reasonably be
expected to do.
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near read more
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate,
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.
