Quotes About Waiting

I don't really manage my time. I really just wait until I'm inspired to do something. And when I'm inspired to do something, it just happens.

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

This ugly duckling investment will likely need time - quarters, or even years - to blossom into a beautiful swan.

Usually, I'm on the bus by now, having a beer and waiting for everyone else. This is cutting into my beer time.

Two years ago, I shot 'Pillars of the Earth' in Budapest - it was a big part, but I had a lot of time to sit around and visit cafes.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?" Grant asked me. What would I do? I'd beg.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Je n'ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n'ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer, je n'ai jamais rien fait qu'attendre devant la porte fermée.

We're in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we're in the vanguard of waiting.

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I'm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I'll never know.

Nunca he escrito, creyendo hacerlo, nunca he amado, creyendo amar, nunca he hecho nada salvo esperar delante de la puerta cerrada.

Ellos ríen. Verse reír los vuelve locos de alegría. Ella le pide que la avise cuando un día se lance a amarla y a saberlo, si alguna vez sucede. Después de haber reído, lloran juntos como cada día. Cuando ella se va el sol se precipita, estalla en la habitación. Cuando ella cierra la puerta, la habitación cae en la oscuridad, y el entra ya en la espera de la noche

People were used to those slow human speeds on both land and sea, to those delays, those waitings on the wind or fair weather, to those expectations of shipwreck, sun, and death. The liners the little white girl knew were among the last mailboats in the world. It was while she was young that the first airlines were started, which were gradually to deprive mankind of journeys across the sea. (The Lover)

I answered that what I wanted more than anything else in the world was to write, nothing else but that, nothing. Jealous. She's jealous. No answer, just a quick glance immediately averted, a slight shrug, unforgettable. I'll be the first to leave. There are still a few years to wait before she loses me, loses this one of her children. For the sons there's nothing to fear. But this one, she knows, one day she'll go, she'll manage to escape.

Nunca escrevi julgando fazê-lo nunca amei julgando amar nunca fiz nada senão esperar diante da porta fechada.

Ellas esperan. Se visten para nada. Se contemplan. En la penumbra de esas quintas que se contemplan para más tarde, creen vivir una novela, ya tienen amplios roperos llenos de vestidos con los que no saben qué hacer, coleccionados con el tiempo, la larga sucesión de días de espera.

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Ludi não gosta de pescar, disse ela, mas podíamos ir os dois. Gostava mais de pescar no rio do que no mar, não sei porquê. - Eu também, mas é preciso uma licença para pescar nos rios. Eu também gosto mais dos rios. Talvez porque os rios sejam feitos para as esperas tranquilas, e o mar não.

Nunca escrevi, e pensei que escrevia, nunca amei, e pensei que amava, nunca fiz nada a não ser esperar diante da porta fechada.

Dans l'ombre de ces villas, elles se regardent pour plus tard, elles croient vivre un roman, elles ont déjà les longues penderies pleines de robes à ne savoir qu'en faire, collectionnées comme le temps, la longue suite des jours d'attente.

Katie's mum, Penny, said I don't know why you're wasting your time with him. If he's forty-two and never been married, he's hardly likely to get married now. And Katie's sister Naomi had the darkest prediction. He'll make mincemeat of you. He won't, Katie protested. I'm not going to fall for him. So why are you bothering at all? Just killing time until I die.