Quotes About Waiting

I'd like to shower and change clothes, she said. Would you mind waiting for me a half hour? The question seemed to amuse him. Not at all, he said with exaggerated formality. Please take all the time you need. Michael watched her walk away. Did he mind waiting a half hour for her? Not at all. He'd been waiting years for her.

I was chaos on the first day, waiting for the Word.

Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you...not ever...

After drinking eight cups in a row, then walking home from school, then waiting for the elevator, then digging out my key and unlocking the door to our apartment, then dashing down the hall to the bathroom, I really had to pee. I mean, really. But Fudge was already in there, sitting on the toilet, turning the pages of Arthur the Anteater.

Then he gave me the best advice of my life. "Listen, sonny boy. An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to one blade of grass and not fall off the face of the earth." SPRING BREAK Heaven's Waiting Room

His clock was set on pioneer time. He met trains that had not yet arrived, he waited on platforms that hadn't yet been built, beside tracks that might never be laid.

Getting old is like standing in a long, slow line. You wake up out of the shuffle and torpor only at those moments when the line moves you one step closer to the window.

She touched me once And life then stopped. She held my hand, My frog heart hopped. She left my mouth And formed a smile With lips that promised: "In a while." I look, I hope, I stand, a dunce— Where is the one who touched me once?

I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly,My truant lover has come, and it is dark.

And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheefully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait... And as to you, Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)

4. There is a text that looms in resilient power. There is a waiting congregation, perhaps not tired out, but too sure of self, pretending buoyancy where there might have been transformation. There is the voice that takes the old script and renders it to evoke a new world we had not yet witnessed (cf. Isa. 43:19). The fourth and final partner is this better world given as fresh revelation.

"Tell them that I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word," he said.

That's what's wrong with women. They want you to wait for them until they get ready and then they don't even tell you how they feel.

Im as good as dead, but they haven't buried me yet.

Delay in justice is injustice.

Ivan and Willis, watching as Sadie panted, stood up, and then lay down again. "It won't be long now." Willis's eyes sparkled. He was no doubt excited, even though this was probably old hat for him.

No matter how great the talent or efforts, some things just take time. You can't produce a baby in one month by getting nine women pregnant.

Waiting is a very active part of living. Waiting on God, if we do it correctly, is anything but passive. Waiting works its way out in very deliberate actions, very intentionally searching the Scriptures and praying, intense moments of humility, and self-realization of our finiteness. With the waiting comes learning. I can't think of much I've learned that's positive from the times I've plowed ahead without waiting on God.

The Lord was with Joseph, and Joseph remained forgotten for two years. Both were equally true.

Bloody men are like bloody buses — You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You're trying to read the destinations, You haven't much time to decide. If you make a mistake, there is no turning back. Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.

woman told her on her first visit. "Otherwise I'll never hear you and you'll stand out here for days." "Hold your horses, I'm here, I'm here," a familiar voice calls now, from the other side of the door. When it flies open, Clara momentarily expects, as always, to find herself looking at an adolescent tomboy with red pigtails

I had been in the ditch for 2 and a half min. I wondered if my friends missed me.

You built this place with your imagination, but you breathed life into it, and now it's as real as anyplace else. When you're ready, this is where you will come to focus your power. For now, it waits.