Quotes About Waiting

I don't like sitting around in my dressing room very much. It feels a lot like theater.

Sometimes a day last an hour, and sometimes it lasts a year

Sometimes I think that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could only be moments away from disaster. That everyone's life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary--a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.

SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster.

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.

Ideas are few another might not come by soon.

Inside him was a bitter, futile anger and a sadness that seemed to be choking him. It was finished. The period of agonizing waiting was over, and now he would have been happy to return to it.

You ever notice how long it takes for things to happen when you know they're supposed to happen? My fake Walkman has a built-in alarm, and I set it for two in the morning and wear the headphones to bed, but before you can wake up you have to fall asleep, and I never DO fall asleep because I keep waiting for the alarm to go off.

And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You. (Psalm 39:7)

Wait on the LORD; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the LORD! (Psalm 27:14)

I kept looking at the door. It seemed about to open, all the time. So much of the ghost story is the anticipation.

THE MEDICINE It is the primary role of the physician, whether the African witch doctor or the modern doctor, to entertain the patient while secretly waiting for nature to heal the disease. Albert Schweitzer, physician, philosopher

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

Do not put your spoon into the pot which does not boil for you.

Anyone that's ever had their kitchen done over knows that it never gets done as soon as you wish it would.

Just laying there in bed is like waiting for death and doing nothing about it.

I want to do something absolutely different, or perhaps nothing at all: just stay where I am, in my home, and absorb each hour, each day, and be alone; and read and think; and walk about the garden in the night; and wait, wait...

Roderick had never had so much company. And they were glad for somebody new. Glad he stayed behind. They argued with him. Why go back there? Who's waiting for you?

though down here the air was warm but not blistering. If not for the mosquitoes that got in an ear or went up his nose and occasionally bit through the repellent, he would have been comfortable. The chatter of birds, the light hum of insects. He lay there listening to his stomach complain, waiting for something to happen. Toward late afternoon

yes. But within a month of enduring this great thirst

Romeo keeps talking after Father Travis walks through the door. Keeps on talking to the empty coffeepot and waiting chairs, to the walls, to the sun shafts through basement window, to the food smells, to the hands, the knees, the air. Keeps on talking because once he finishes he does not know what will happen next, what awaits him anywhere in his won life, and because he cannot leave with these embarrassing sheets of snot and tears still running down his face.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs, and as always on a weekend afternoon we were waiting for my mother to start us ticking away on the evening. And so, you see, her absence stopped time.