Quotes About Impatience

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was.

It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.

When I need things to happen, I need them to happen now, you know. I don't want to be having a meeting about a meeting about a meeting, which is what can happen in Britain.

Waiting for your buddies to get laid is right up there with hanging out in a dentist's office.

A little stimulated at not finding her ready and waiting - so fanciful are men! - he hastened on...

Reminiscence is less an endowment than a disease, and expectation in its only comfortable form--that of absolute faith--is practically an impossibility; whilst in the form of hope and the secondary compounds, patience, impatience, resolve, curiosity, it is a constant fluctuation between pleasure and pain.

For it may be argued with great plausibility that reminiscence is less an endowment than a disease, and that expectation in its only comfortable form—that of absolute faith—is practically an impossibility; whilst in the form of hope and the secondary compounds, patience, impatience, resolve, curiosity, it is a constant fluctuation between pleasure and pain.

El reposo es el primer deber del ciudadano, y la impaciencia no hace más que perjudicarle.

But even those five-and-forty minutes were too long, the bored me --and boredom is the coldest thing in the world.

Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else. They constantly defile the silence of the forests and the mountains and the sea. They bore through silent nature in every direction with their machines, for fear that the calm world might accuse them of their own emptiness.

How many times," continued Lindsay Noseworth, second-in-command here and known for his impatience with all manifestations of the slack, "have you been warned, Suckling, against informality of speech?

Leila was sure ifhe partner didn't come and she had to listen to that marvellous music and to watch the others sliding, gliding over the golden floor, she would die at least, or faint, or lift her arms and fly out of one of those dark windows that showed the stars.

Oh, mother, really you need not dust them. It would take years to dust all those little holes." And she frowned at the top of her mother's head and bit her lip with impatience. Mother's deliberate way of doing things was simply maddening. It was old age, she supposed, loftily.

And she knew that no matter how fast she moved, she could not reach her mother quickly enough, and the doctor would be too slow, and tomorrow would be terrible in a way that would make her long for the security of all her old dissatisfactions.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

He made a tck noise in the back of his throat. It expressed all sorts of annoyance and impatience, with just a smidgen of an implied eye roll.

Hmph." I pushed the button a couple more times, trying to hurry the elevator along. "Oh, yeah, that's going to do some good. Everyone knows an elevator doesn't shift into second until you really lean on the call button." I pressed it another fifteen times, giving Jim a triumphant smile when the green light lit above the door. "Ha! See? It does too work—oh, sorry. Didn't mean to step on your foot.

If it takes more than ten seconds to pitch your content, a television producer will assume you won't be able to get your point of view across to an impatient audience. And a reporter might try to hustle you off the phone. Learn to be brief—in both your written and phone pitches. Brevity is cherished in the media.

What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.

It is the nature of man to expose with laws of doubt & impatience, no feeling of wonder that he should a participant in such an incredible undertaking; but rather the shameful certainty that what has been willed without him must in some way resemble the productions of his own sand-castle magnificence.

Artforum hasn't arrived. A state of deep melancholy has taken hold of me. I see the world through a gray veil, not even the best of jokes can exact a smile from me. I could die right now and I wouldn't notice the difference. Or maybe I would.

Esperar. Otra vez. ¿Os habéis parado a contar cuánto tiempo perdemos en nuestra vida solo esperando algo?

Kim ever so slightly rolled her eyes, which made me want to throw a dictionary at her.