Expectancy is gift wrapped in the soul’s protectancy.
Expect a gaff, rejoice and laugh.
Expect nothing; you’ll still get something.
The path of expectancy is paved with reality.
Expect your pay check; assiduously neglect the lottery.
Love bedecks; hate neglects; hope expects.
Hope has its own ascendancy, a bright ballon of expectancy.
The unexpectant are dejectant.
Expectancy lives breathlessly — ostensibly.
At birth there is an expecting, at death an expected.