Quotes About Waiting

Well, right now,' she said, 'I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like... I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.' 'A book?' I said. 'An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll ick it up and start reading.

No. It will eventually manifest itself again, but it won't be the same personality as before; though at the same time it won't be a different personality either. 'Same' and 'different' are far too specific. And it won't have learned what I want to know. It will simply happen to know it this time. Or, if not this time, it will know it some time. It's like waiting for two or twelve to come up in a game of dice.

Clunk! Something hit the back of his head and he turned quickly, silently, and peered through the gap in the leaves to where Temba crouched in another tree, waiting, his black skin scarcely visible in the deep green shade among the branches. Temba moved his left arm slowly, pointing down to Madu's right.

I tell you Charlie, I was there waiting in that field. waiting for Ede and Tom to find me. You don't think two people come together for nothing, do you? They were together because I was waiting to be found... Then she looked straight into my face and said to me: You know it, too, Charlie. All that time you waited for me to find you. What if I hadn't? What if I'd said: I won't? She turned, and clinging to my arm, she surveyed the fields of snow the stretched away to the confining wall.

If I ask, will you answer? It's your problem. A deep deep problem. I have no right to know. I don't have a method of stepping into the depths of your heart without it getting dirty. So I'll wait. When you want to talk, when you think it's okay to talk, talk to me. Until that time, I'll wait." - Rukia Kuchiki

We wait. No sense spooking him. We let him come in nice and close while we do our famous imitation of a hole in the water

every sailor needs someone to return to, that every woman needs someone to wait for.

together unless they're waiting for a bus or they're bums." Jack joined them under the tree and they stood in a semicircle. "Okay, we're business schmucks," Clark said, "standing around talking

oddly emphatic, as if she'd been waiting all day for a chance to discuss the weather.

she kept checking her e-mail every five minutes, carrying the phone everywhere she went, just in case he decided to get in touch while she was in the shower or the laundry room.

Not that is was her job, but she took a few minutes to tidy up while she waited for Aimee. She knew how depressing it could be to wake up in a messy house, how it could make you feel like the new day was already old.

There's no such thing as security in this life sweetheart, and the sooner you accept that fact, the better off you'll be. The person who strives for security will never be free. The person who believes she's found security will never reach paradise. What she mistakes for security is purgatory. You know what purgatory is, Gwendolyn? It's the waiting room, it's the lobby. Not only does she have the wrong libretto, she's stuck in the lobby where she can't see the show.

like two r's trapped in a spanish songbook, tilli and max lurked in their shoebox castle, waiting to be rolled.

God says, the check's in the mail.

God says the check is in the mail

But I been headin' in this direction for seven years. Walking all around this place. Upstate, downstate, east, west. I been to territory ain't got no name. Never stayin' nowhere long. But when I got here, and sat out there on the porch waitin' for you, I knew it wasn't the place I was headin' toward, it was you.

Exactly the way old folks said: not when you call Him; not when you want Him; only when you need Him and right on time.

Hunched down in the small bright room Nel waited. Waited for the oldest cry. A scream not for others, not in sympathy for a burnt child, or a dead father, but a deeply personal cry for one's own pain. A loud, strident: Why me? She waited. The mud shifted, the leaves stirred, the smell of overripe green things enveloped her and announced the beginnings of her very own howl. But it did not come.

Ahora estaba convencido de que el afecto por ella había sido medicinal, como una aspirina. Efectivamente, tanto si se daba cuenta como si no, Lily desplazaba su desorden, su cólera y su vergüenza. Hasta el punto de que había llegado a convencerse de que el naufragio emocional estaba superado. En realidad, solo esperaba el momento más propicio para asomar

Where you going?" Whitey asked. "Nowhere," said Jim. "Hang on a minute, then," said Whitey. "I ain't going nowhere, either.

When the clouds clear we shall know the colour of the sky

The fields...are white already to harvest" (John 4:35 KJV), or as other versions put it, "ripe for harvest."...One part of the harvest metaphor we may have missed was the importance of timing-there is a season for both sowing and reaping, and sometimes there is a season of simply waiting and watering.

Astepta sa se potoleasca durerea , de care ea nu avea probabil sa scape definitiv niciodata .

She decided that this kind of waiting - waiting for something good and bad tangled together - should be given its own special name.