I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my read more

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, read more

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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

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

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.