Stick two different people with two different sets of expectations under one roof and it ain’t always going to be shrimp and grits on Easter.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
What do you expect, one is what one is, partly at least.
Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.
They can expect nothing but their labor for the pains.
The time comes when each one of us has to give up as illusions the expectations which, in his youth, he pinned upon his fellow men, and when he may learn how much difficulty and pain has been added to his life by their ill-will.
The thing that binds us together is that we have both lowered our expectations of life.
The expected has happened, and when the expected happens, it always causes me emotion.
It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.
Always f*** with people’s expectations, sunshine. It’s good for their circulation.
