Quotes About Waiting

He was so accustomed to being in the middle of the action it still took him a second to realize that they were waiting for him, Chase Lomax, to get out of the way. He couldn't help them? He'd hinder their rescue—a small woman and a skinny kid? Right. He would. Feeling unreasonably humiliated, he lifted his crutches and clunked his way out into the aisle.

Stories are like that. They'll wait for you until you can come back to them.

Stay still." How stupid of him; did he really think she was going to go running off somewhere? "Bradamant will get help." "It's just a flesh wound," she murmured, then darkness came down over her eyes and swallowed her up.

I haven't seen you for three whole months," I say. "Two months, twenty-two days, twenty-two days," Natalie calls out.

I got to a traffic light, and it turned red. I said, "Why me?"

This flour of wyfly pacience.

ONE WHO WAITS There are those who believe that time is a wheel turning forever. Which would mean that your moment will surely come. Then, there are those who believe that time is a river. Which, if that's true, it's possible that your moment has already flowed by. ED Which one do you think it is ONE WHO WAITS Ah. I think that time is just time.

What the Hell am I supposed to do with the extra ten minutes, when he finishes early today?

William's eyes glowed like two amber coals. She met his gaze and flinched. No emotion reflected in the amber, only intelligence, cruel in a way the eyes of a hunting Mire cat were cruel. She saw no worry, no softness, no thoughts at all, only waiting. He seemed barely human now, not a man but some feral thing, knitted of darkness and biding his time for an opportunity to pounce.

Do you remember that big speech I made in your garage?" "Which one?" I sighed. "You've made several. I'm contemplating installing a personal soapbox with your name on it." "The one where I said you would beg to climb into my bed?" "Ah. That one. How could I forget? I kept waiting for you to pound your chest like a silverback gorilla.

I was thinking, we might just stay here," Rose said. "We can wait for you." " 'Dear Declan, where is your bride?' 'Oh, I left her outside, Your Grace.' " Declan shook his head. "I don't think so.

He'd have to stalk her, he decided. Carefully and patiently.

It's been over a year since I've had sex.

I stared up at the sky, waiting for a clue to fall out of the heavens and land on my head. At this point, I'd welcome the hit.

What I needed was a big fat clue. A mysterious note laying it all out. A deity popping out of thin air and explaining it to me. Hell, I'd settle for an annoying old lady with a knack for solving mysteries. I actually stopped and waited for a second to see if a clue would fall out of the sky and land at my feet. The Universe declined to oblige.

But know that there will never be another one like you for me and one like me for you. We both waited years so we could meet.

Four or five false starts are not unusual. Such a pattern is perfectly normal and poses no extra risk to the baby if the water bag has not broken. So why not wait? There is nothing to lose.

Then a dark shape would glide across the star-covered sky, everyone would look up and the laughter would stop. It wasn't exactly what you'd call fear, rather a strange sadness--a sadness that had nothing human about it any more, for it lacked both courage and hope. This was how animals waited to die. It was the way fish caught in a net watch the shadow of the fisherman moving back and forth above them.

In a word, I desperately want this tragedy to be over and for us to try to survive it, that's all. What's important is to live: Primum vivere. One day at a time. To survive, to wait, to hope.

The surging wave of refugees surrounded the truck, preventing them from moving forward. Sometimes it was impossible for the soldiers to move at all. They would fold their arms and wait until someone let them pass.

Ci sono quelle che aspettano lo stesso uomo, e quelle che aspettano un uomo diverso da quello che è partito, disse fra sé, e tutte restano deluse.

It wasn't exactly what you'd call fear, rather a strange sadness – a sadness that had nothing human about it any more, for it lacked both courage and hope. This was how animals waited to die. It was the way fish caught in a net watch the shadow of the fisherman moving back and forth above them.

Waiting in fear is surely one of the most awful of human tribulations.

But the tomorrow upon which I was to make my decision never, in the form in which I had envisaged it, arrived.