Quotes About Waiting

With this life I give you patience." It was Goosefeather's turn. His gaze was lucid, his voice gentle. "You will need it.

The greatest hunter is one who knows how to wait.

I've lost Graystripe; I don't want to leave another friend behind." Ravenpaw shook his head. "My home is here, but I'll never forget you, I promise. I'll be waiting for you always.

With this life I give you patience

Awake at last!" Ashfur greeted him. "The prey's probably grown old and died while we've been waiting for you.

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Mr. Godot told me to tell you he won't come this evening but surely tomorrow.

There is an army of waiters in this world.

Their evenings were interminable; their Sundays were like their evenings.

He did as I asked and then starting walking toward the door. "Yell when you're ready." "Can you please grab my phone too? It's in the kitchen." He nodded and left me. Interesting. I wasn't used to being waited on hand and foot. Hmm, perhaps every woman could do with a male helper. With benefits, or course.

I've hoped for this for so many years, waited for someone to come along whom you could finally love more than your family, someone who would turn you inside-out and toss you off your path.

At this point, a mental institution was a far likelier future home for Jenny than a prison. "But before I do, I need you to help me with something," Jenny said. "Out on the back deck. I've got two dozen containers of gasoline waiting." She shoved the butt of the gun into Maya's spine. "Go.

We seem to be sitting around waiting for the next fucking disaster." he said, which went into the official log as - DCI Seawoll felt that our operational posture was too reactive.

the waiting areas maintained the unique combination of cramped busyness and barren inhumanity that was the glory of British architecture in the second half of the twentieth century.

The entirety of existence was a text waiting to be read.

The former says he waits for me ahead, but I doubt I'll arrive in time . . .

I remember once I asked Wayne for the time," Miller told Mercer. "He started talking to me about the cosmos and how time is relative." Miller and [Wayne] Shorter were waiting somewhere -- an airport, a train station, a hotel. The band's keyboardist, Joe Zawinul, who took charge of such matters as what the road crew was supposed to do and when, set Miller straight. "You don't ask Wayne shit like that," he snapped. "It's 7:06 p.m." [p.1]

We think of pieces of music from a distance as blocks of time, but can we hold more than a second or two in our minds? And are we—with all music, to some extent—waiting around for some pinpointed extraordinariness to happen? Not

I was called in about twenty minutes past the appointed time.

Weeks passed with no word, and I became convinced that I would be staying at the CEA.

I jokingly apologized for causing him so much trouble. He laughed and said that he wished we could have waited a week.

When that day come, we'll be waiting. Waiting for Charlie St. Cloud to come home to us. Until then we offer these parting words... May he live in peace

Y usted sigue tan fresco, esperando su remedio de la justicia, que es lo mismo que esperarlo de la luna.

Everything comes if a man will only wait.