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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 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.
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.
Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.
If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.
If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.
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.
High achievement always takes place in the framework of high expectation.
High achievement always takes place in the framework of high expectation.
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.
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.
