A Quote by Benjamin Franklin

Blessed is he that expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. — © Benjamin Franklin
Blessed is he that expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
Blessed is he that expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. expect nothing - get nothing! but expect something - get something!!
For, he that expects nothing shall not be disappointed, but he that expects much - if he lives and uses that in hand day by day - shall be full to running over.
Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.
"Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.".
The Master's power is like this. He lets all things come and go effortlessly, without desire. He never expects results; thus he is never disappointed. He is never disappointed; thus his spirit never grows old.
The students that, like the wild animal being prepared for its tricks in the circus called 'life', expects only training as sketched above, will be severely disappointed: by his standards he will learn next to nothing.
He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.
If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be.
Wishing will not make it so. The Lord expects our thinking. He expects our action. He expects our labors. He expects our testimonies. He expects our devotion.
Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall be gloriously surprised.
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my youth. Never have I from the first, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life, but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.
The first law for the historian is that he shall never dare utter an untruth. The second is that he shall suppress nothing that is true. Moreover, there shall be no suspicion of partiality in his writing, or of malice.
Until we have a passionate love for our Lord in the Most Blessed Sacrament we shall accomplish nothing.
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