Quotes About Waiting

There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course.

There's a fullness of time for things, Lily. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

If you can't be still and wait, you can't become what God created you to be.

Everything I wanted to say would have to wait, and I'd go back to the same suspended animation I'd been in before.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn't go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.

There's a fullness of time for things, Lily. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

When you're waiting, you're not doing nothing. You're doing the most important something there is. You're allowing your soul to grow up. If you can't be still and wait, you can't become what God created you to be.

Ah, but never underestimate the power of a dismissed dream. I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

Missus said I was the worst waiting maid in Charleston. She said, "You are abysmal, Hetty, abysmal." I asked Miss Sarah what abysmal means and she said, "Not quite up to standard." Uh huh. I could tell from missus' face, there's bad, there's worse, and after that comes abysmal.

I pressed Yaltha to set a course, but she persisted in her waiting, saying if the pot was tended long enough, the answer would bubble to the surface.

Patience is everything. RAINER MARIA RILKE

July 1, 1964, I lay in bed, waiting for the bees to show up, thinking of what Rosaleen had said when I told her about their nightly visitations. "Bees swarm before death," she'd said.

The days he was away crept on tiny, unhurried feet.

Spiritual whittling is an encounter with Mystery, waiting, the silence of inner places—all those things most folks no longer have time for.

So it would happen to me and so it will happen to all who set out to knead their pain and wounds, their hopes and hungers, into bread. Waiting is the yeasting of the human soul.

Brother Anthony leaned forward in his chair. "Contemplative waiting is consenting to be where we really are," he explained. "People recoil from it because they don't want to be present to themselves. Such waiting causes a deep existential loneliness to surface, a feeling of being disconnected from oneself and God. At the depths there is fear, fear of the dark chaos within ourselves.

As I write, I sit in Lazarus's courtyard where your friend Tabitha is playing the lyre, filling the air with the sweetest of music. Jesus has gone to the Mount of Olives to pray. He has missed you, Ana. He bids me give you his love. We await you. Your brother, Judas 10th day of Shebat

Megan's right about my being a sinner. But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.

Sounds like we have company," he said. "We're close to Stryker land. Guess they decided to say hi. You go on ahead. I need a few minutes." When he pointed at the front of his jeans, she blushed. "Oh. I see your problem. Well, you could walk right behind me and no one would notice." He chuckled. "I'll wait it out. Go on.

Someone is always at the door, no one is ever there.

The trees had long since dropped their colorful matntles of leaves. The grass had gone dormant and lay dry and beaten down, as if it would never grow again. An air of bleakness hovered everywhere, giving the place a sense of waiting. A good, clean snowfall would change everything.

Love comes into your life in its own time, not when you're ready.

you wait for the perfect time to fall in love, said a little inner voice that sounded suspiciously like Lulu, it'll never happen.

her questions shooting at him like a barrage of machine-gun fire. He thought he did okay, because he was prepared. He had spent weeks reading and researching and studying, all the while waiting for the next round of bad news about his father.