Quotes About Waiting

How tedious is time, when his wings are loaded with expectation!

Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.

When I run, I always pretend I am running toward Nikki, and it makes me feel like I am decreasing the amount of time I have to wait until I see her again.

Patience? Certainly no! We have no time for patience! While tomorrow is just an assumption, it is not reasonable to be patient!

I waited a long time to have children because I had this career that was kind of like my kid, it required as much nurturing.

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.

The time is not yet ripe to say what happened. When history's ready, then we can talk about it

A lot of the time nothing happens in a day.

A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg who looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity.

What God wills, will happen; thou canst not hurry it, thou canst not alter it; therefore wait; and be patient

She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and jimpson weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:

So I held on till all the late sounds had quit and the early ones hadn't begun yet; and then I slipped down the ladder.

There is a great difference in boats, of course. For a long time I was on a boat that was so slow we used to forget what year it was we left port in. But of course this was at rare intervals. Ferryboats used to lose valuable trips because their passengers grew old and died, waiting for us to get by.

the very next morning at daylight such parties are sure to be found lying up some back alley, contentedly waiting for the hearse.

God forgive us, mother, we are hunting the wrong man! I have not slept any all night. I am now awaiting, at dawn

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

Let the cold water run. It's gotta warm up eventually. Right?

And so now, in the shadow of unspoken events, I watch Zampanò's courtyard darken. Everything whimsical has left. I try to study the light-going carefully. From my room. In the glass of memory. In the moonstream of my imagination. The weeds, the windows, every bench. But the old man is not there, and the cats are all gone. Something else has taken their place. Something I am unable to see. Waiting. I'm afraid. It is hungry. It is immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.

We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.

When you wait you start feeling deserved.