Quotes About Waiting

Let's do, let's get some handles. I don't know why I'm talking about this stuff. Look, I love you and I miss you and you're doing the right thing. It's costing you too, I know that. I'm here and I'll be here whenever you come home, or I'll meet you anywhere, anytime. That's what.

IT SEEMED TO SVENKA that Dortlich's father was never going to die. The old man breathed and breathed, two years of breathing while the coffin draped with a tarpaulin waited on sawhorses in Svenka's cramped apartment. It took up most of the parlor. This occasioned a lot of griping by the woman living with Svenka, who pointed out that the coffin's rounded top prevented its use even as a sideboard.

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One could say that someone who does nothing but wait is like a glutton whose digestive system processes great masses of food without extracting any useful nourishment. One could go further and say that just as undigested food does not strengthen a man, time spent in waiting does not age him.

One can say that he consumed one whole week waiting for the return of that single hour every seven days—and waiting means racing ahead, means seeing time and the present not as a gift, but as a barrier, denying and negating their value, vaulting over them in your mind. Waiting, people say, is boring. But in actuality, it can just as easily be diverting, because it devours quantities of time without our ever experiencing or using them for their own sake.

He may have been waiting a long while, in snow or rain, yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness, though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught.

De même qu'un aliment non digéré ne fortifie pas un homme, de même le temps que l'on a passé à attendre ne le vieillit pas.

Also Ruhe, Geduld, Mannszucht, messen, essen, liegen, abwarten und Tee trinken.

Se dice que esperar es siempre largo. Pero también es igualmente corto, porque se devoran cantidades de tiempo sin que se las viva ni se las utilice en sí mismas.

m. He has waited so long-and we all know what torture waiting can be! His whole life is waiting-waiting for the next walk in the open, a waiting that begins as soon as he is rested from the last one. Even his night consists of waiting; for his sleep is distributed throughout the whole twenty-four hours of the day, with many a little nap on the grass in the garden, the sun shining down warm on his coat, or behind the curtains of his kennel, to break up and shorten the empty spaces of the day.

Aunque no tuviera yo el mar y la playa, permanecería aquí mientras tú no te fueras.

Bonum est praestolari cum silentio salutare Dei.

Tu qui sedes in tenebris spe tua gaude: orta stella matutina, sol non tardabit.

Bonum est praestolari cum silentio salutare Dei. ("It is good to wait in silence for the salvation of God.")

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, in to shore and safety.

You wait. Everyone has an Antarctic.

WE AWAIT SILENT TRISTERO'S EMPIRE.

I was in the little boys' room," he said. "The men's room was full.

Neither of them had ever had much interest in breaking each other's heart. In theory they both knew she had to move on, though all he wanted right now was to wait, even just another day. But he knew that feeling, and he guessed it would pass.

Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me. •

Bir ÅŸeyleri beklemek çok tehlikeli... Bir ÅŸeyleri beklersen, yaln?zca senden daha daha uzakla??r beklediklerin.

Shh," he said. "Look." "Where?" "Can't you see'um?" he whispered. "All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you." "Me?" "Shh, yes. There's a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arrving today might be the queen they've been waiting for.

Here, she curled up in a tight ball and waited, purred to her unborn babies. And the trees, the tall and kindly trees, watched over her while she slept, slept the whole night through.

You go first," Joe told Tory. "Wait in the parking lot for the rest of us." Tory and Sweatshirt set off, threading their way around the tables and the silent customers. Davy grinned at her when she got to the door. She went out into the parking lot, and as the other customers filed out—there were perhaps thirty of them—they formed an orderly double line in front of her. She felt a little like the last baritone in a church choir.