Quotes About Waiting

I'm just waiting for the miracle to come

But I know she's coming and I know she will look That's the longing and this is the book

Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away

When you've fallen on the highway And you're lying in the rain, And they ask you how you're doing Of course you'll say you can't complain If you're squeezed for information, That's when you've got to play it dumb You just say you're out there waiting For the miracle, for the miracle to come

One million candles burning for the help that never came

The man who waits for reality to write the truth inside his soul waits in vain.

The world is not waiting for a new definition of the Gospel, but for a new demonstration of the power of the Gospel.

If you want a recipe for relationship failure, just wait for the other person to change first.

A watched pot never boils. But it does get paranoid.

He sat without moving while coffee and balloon glasses were set before them.

Well, the reason I called is . . . because he left me a message, and said he was coming back, and that he hoped to see me, a lot.

In no way did God want me to settle for one of the typical "jerks" who were a dime a dozen. He wanted me to save myself for a man who had His very nature and character within him. And He wanted me to trust Him enough to bring that special man to me in His perfect time.

How much longer would they last? How long before one of them got stabbed in a bar fight, not just knocked out? How long before this old truck swerved off the road or head-on into a bus? Bit it didn't make much difference anyway. The drinking and hell raising were just things they did, as he had done sitting at the ranch all afternoon, watching the yellow cat bite the air for flies; passing the time away, waiting for it to end.

We all have been waiting for help a long time. But it never has been easy. The people must do it. You must do it.

Sabe que dia é hoje, mãe? — Que dia, meu filho? — Dia vinte de setembro. Faz um ano que a revolução começou. D. Ana olhou as mãos caídas sobre o colo, lívidas. Fazia um ano. Um ano inteiro de ansiedades e esperas. — A gente aprende a não sentir o tempo, meu filho. Senão, acaba enlouquecendo.

We cannot go through life strong and fresh on constant express trains with ten minutes for lunch: we must have quiet hours, secret places of the Most High, times of waiting upon the Lord, when we renew our strength and learn to mount up on wings as eagles, and then come back to run and not be weary, and to walk and not faint.

Delays are not refusals; many a prayer is registered, and underneath it the words: "My time is not yet come." God has a set time as well as a set purpose, and He who orders the bounds of our habitation orders also the time of our deliverance.

Even if we confine our thinking to this life, it is true that God never touches the heart with a trial without intending to bestow a greater gift or compassionate blessing. The person who knows how to wait has grown to an exceptional degree in God's grace.

However dark the nows may be in your experience, the afters of God are worth waiting for! As we think of God's dealings with His children we are impressed with His leisureliness. God's ways may be hidden, but Wait for God's Afters!

The problem of getting great things from God is being able to hold on for the last half hour.

Sometimes you just have to do things, Quentin," Julia said, as he climbed on board after her. "You spend too much of your time waiting.

Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there's nothing else. It's here, and you'd better decide to enjoy it or you're going to be miserable wherever you go, for the rest of your life, forever." "You can't just decide to be happy." "No, you can't. But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable.

I've waited a long time for this," Penny said. "Then this is going to be kind of an anticlimax," Alice said, and she punched him in the face. Boom! Oh my God. It was beautiful, just like in a movie: straight from the shoulder, feet planted, hips rolled, follow-through, the works. Penny never saw it coming.

Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there's nothing else. It's here, and you'd better decide to enjoy it or you're going to be miserable wherever you go, for the rest of your life, forever." "You can't just decide to be happy." "No, you can't. But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable. Is