Quotes About Waiting

How good is his memory? If very good, as dogs' memories are said to be, what grief being locked up alone might bring him. And - heart-shredding thought - is it still for you that he waits by the door?)

If I bring him home though, I swear he'll spend the rest of his life waiting by the door. And he deserves better than that, don't you think?' Yes, I think, my heart breaking. You can't explain death. And love deserves better than that.

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

Reality is brutal or painful or frightening, but waiting is a distillate of fear that corrodes and dissolves.

after all the years of waiting, the interested world could at least see the magnificent complexity of the undertaking, the detail, the filigree work, the sheer intricacies of exactitude that the editors were bent on compiling.

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she was reaching the present.

Has my watch stopped? No. But its hands do not seem to be going around. Don't look at them. Think of something else - anything else: think of yesterday, a calm, ordinary, easy-flowing day, in spite of the nervous tension of waiting.

Deplangeam adultii ale caror saptamani serbede erau vag animate de niste duminici fade. Mi se parea ingrozitor sa traiesti fara sa astepti nimic de la viata.

We are living through a period bereft of a future. Waiting for that which is to come is no longer a matter of hope, but of anguish.

There is only waiting, attention, silence, immobility, constant through suffering and joy... We cannot take a single step towards heaven. It is not in our power to travel in a vertical direction. If however we look heavenwards for a long time, God comes and takes us up. He raises us easily. As Aeschylus says: There is no effort in what is divine. There is an easiness in salvation which is more difficult for us than all of our efforts.

We do not obtain the most precious gifts by going in search of them but by waiting for them. Man cannot discover them by his own powers, and if he sets out to seek for them he will find in their place counterfeits of which he will be unable to discern the falsity.

Searching leads to error. It is this way for every kind of thing that is truly good. We must not do anything but wait expectantly for the good and depart from evil. In the reversals that constitute the human condition, authentic virtue in every domain is negative (non-active), at least in appearance. But this expectant waiting for the good and for truth is more intense that any search.

Day on day he waited. So much of a revolution for so many people is nothing but waiting. That is one reason why tourists rarely see anything but contentment in a crushed population. Waiting, and its brother death, seem so contented.

Babbit was an average father. He was affectionate, bullying, opinionated, ignorant, and rather wistful. Like most parents he enjoyed the game of waiting till the victim was clearly wrong, then virtuously pouncing.

So much of a revolution for so many people is nothing but waiting. That is one reason why tourists rarely see anything but contentment in a crushed population.

One must wait till it comes.

See you soon (but not soon enough).

Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.

It won't be forever. You'll be in the dark for as long as it takes and then you'll come out.

So I'm biding my time, like a surfer waiting for a wave. I'm pretty good at surfing, as it happens, and I know the wave will come. When the moment is right, I'll get Demeter's attention. She'll look at my stuff, everything will click, and I'll start riding my life. Not paddling, paddling, paddling, like I am right now.

Becky, if I had to wait five years, then I would. Or eight -- or even ten. He pauses, and there's complete silence except for a tiny gust of wind, blowing confetti about the churchyard. But I hope that one day -- preferably rather sooner than that -- you'll do me the honor of marrying me?

But, come on, even the waiting list for that new Prada bag was only a year. No school can be more exclusive than a limited-edition Prada bag, surely?

It won't be forever. You'll be in the dark for as long as it takes and then you'll come out...My aunt grows special rhubarb in dark sheds. They keep it dark and warm all winter and harvest it by candlelight and it's the best stuff...If rhubarb needs time in the dark maybe you do too.