Quotes About Waiting

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.

For run as fast as ever I may, My heart Moves only with you, Only with your blossoms, Remembering them Or awaiting them, Moving when you move in the wind And still when you are still.

Pero no, no viene. Supongo que es porque estoy tratando de recordar, y la clave está en no tratar, olvidarse. Olvidarse para recordar. Tendré que esperar un rato, pensando en otra cosa, y entonces sí volverá, claro y entero, acompañado de una sonrisa, o una risita secreta, disipado ese pequeño vacío y restituida la integridad de los hechos.

Artforum hasn't arrived. A state of deep melancholy has taken hold of me. I see the world through a gray veil, not even the best of jokes can exact a smile from me. I could die right now and I wouldn't notice the difference. Or maybe I would.

God-given prayer and praise have as their essence a waiting on God, a willingness to be wrought upon by the hammer and the fire of the Almighty, until the chains of self-centered desires fall away from the personality, and the love of Christ become the deepest hunger of the inner life.

People wait around too long for love. I'm happy with all of my lusts!

Patience is often merely the guise of Cowardice.

Nobody can spare themselves the waiting and most will be unable to bear this torment, but will throw themselves with greed back at men, things, and thoughts, whose slaves they will become

Wyomingites, Joe had observed, didn't know what to do when it rained except get out of it, watch it through the window, and wait for it to go away.

De vez em quando eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio duma praça, então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme. só olhando você, sem dizer nada só olhando e pensando: "meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando…

Meus dias são sempre como uma véspera de partida. Movimento-me entre as pontas como quem sabe que daqui a pouco já não vai estar presente. As malas estão prontas, as despedidas foram feitas. Caminhando de um lado para outro na plataforma da estação, só me resta olhar as coisas lerdo e torvo, sem nenhuma emoção, nenhuma vontade de ficar.

Querido amor, estou fazendo a minha parte: te esperar. Faça a sua: chegue

To simply wait and be bored has become a novel experience in modern life, but from the perspective of concentration training, it's incredibly valuable.

The more I studied the issue, the more I noticed that the passion hypothesis convinces people that somewhere there's a magic "right" job waiting for them, and that if they find it, they'll immediately recognize that this is the work they were meant to do. The problem, of course, is when they fail to find this certainty, bad things follow, such as chronic job-hopping and crippling self-doubt.

A well-known journalist recently told me that following a breaking story on Twitter gives him the sense that he's receiving lots of information, but that in his experience, waiting until the next morning to read the article about the story in the Washington Post almost always leaves him more informed.

It has been my observation in life that, if one will only exercise the patience to wait, his wants are likely to be filled.

Long years, and so many of them that, one by one, their hopes for a child began to pack their bags and depart.

The truth is like the waiting jaws of a monster, a more menacing monster than I'll ever be. It yawns beneath your feet, and you can't escape it, and as soon as you drop, it chews you to pieces.

Aiden already knew he should say his last prayers now. Lex was going to kill him. Slowly. *** She was going to kill him. Slowly. Lex sat on the sidelines watching the last game of the night. She hated sitting out, but she had to take her turn.

Esperar. Otra vez. ¿Os habéis parado a contar cuánto tiempo perdemos en nuestra vida solo esperando algo?

Las ocasiones llegan tarde o temprano, sólo hay que tener la paciencia de esperarlas y buen ojo de saber reconocerlas cuando se presentan.

wir konnen warten. wissen macht frei [we can wait. knowledge liberates]. in these confident words the stalwart Ritter von Schmerling expressed the rationalistic expectations of the political process at the beginning of the liberal era in 1861. at the end of that era, the poet Hugo von Hofmannsthal, scion of a cultivated middle-class family, offered a different formula for political success: politics is magic. he who knows how to summon the forces from the deep, him will they follow.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

I do have a point to all this," she continues. "There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family." She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. "You still have a family," she whispers.