Bill Clinton Quotes

I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not.

Building outrageous expectations about the next big thing - be it a personal video chatting service or venue-based photo sharing app - can create all sorts of complications when things don't go as planned.

One promises much, to avoid giving little.

Men mess up. Women create this big illusion in their head that the man they're going to be with is going to be perfect. Nobody's going to be perfect, and people are going to let you down. The only thing that you can hope for is someone that's going to be honest with you.

Marriage is a good deal like a circus: there is not as much in it as is represented in the advertising.

There's nothing worse than being disappointed in somebody.

I foolishly thought that if I just 'made it' then everything would be okay. And everything wasn't okay.

Nothing seems to come up to your expectations. But nothing I had heard about Hollywood was enough.

Then, when I'm in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it's all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend.

I don't like when people expect too much, because then I'll only be disappointed if things don't work out.

The man who promises everything is sure to fulfil nothing, and everyone who promises too much is in danger of using evil means in order to carry out his promises, and is already on the road to perdition.

A lot of those who let you down are those who seemed the closest to you.

It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.

Few things can make us feel crazier than expecting something from someone who has nothing to give.

Everyone's a millionaire where promises are concerned.

Promising is not giving, but serves to content fools.

To all who leaned upon Mr. Gladstone, who trusted him, and hoped for something from him—chips, nothing but chips—hard, dry, unnourishing, indigestible chips.

Everything would have been all right if Hitler hadn't lied to me.

I'm a loyal guy. I'm a man of my word, and I assumed other people would be that way. That's just not the case in life.

We have this idealized romanticism about how love might solve all of our problems, but then it doesn't.

My generation feels it has been lied to a great deal.

Europeans distrust a Europe that overpromises and underdelivers.

My biggest fault is that I give people too much credit. Then they let you down. I'm 99.9 per cent perfect - that's how I look at myself and, therefore, everybody else too.

What had seemed like love was betrayal