Quotes About Waiting

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

That will be ere the set of sun.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come (Phebe)

The night is long that never finds the day.

I am to wait, though waiting so be hell. Sonnet 58.13

What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.

Our tears are not yet brewed.

we must obey the time.

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages; you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre.

Ho colto una rosa bianca per il mio amore; Ho colto una rosa rossa nel vento. L'amore nel mio cuore tenta di dimostrare Ciò che il tuo cuore sa già, lo sento. Ho punto su una spina il dito, Ho punto un dito con il sangue. Rosso è mio cuore, ferito e tradito Del tuo cuore ha bisogno, esangue. Sulla lingua il dito ho tenuto Il dito ho tenuto e aspettato Il mio cuore nel dolore caduto Dal tuo amore d'essere salvato.»

His parents should be here soon. I shall feel happier when they are able to take the responsibility.

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion. So are the fishes.

Now enter, single file, the hosts who died early on, in Acts 3 and 4, or between scenes. The miraculous return of all those lost without a trace. The thought that they've been waiting patiently offstage without taking off their makeup or their costumes moves me more than all the tragedy's tirades.

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Tiene la paciencia de un escusado: ni habla, ni se mueve, ni reclama. Entiende que más tarde o más temprano le va a caer su mojón.

Igual suenan las cinco de la mañana no hay nada escrito. Los semáforos aún grita ¡verde!, los ojos todavía ruegan ¡dame!, la noche se te estira y dictamina: ¡ten!

I was only a simultaneous interpreter who was uncertified and thus got very few assignments. Every day after completing my toilette, I would go to the office and wait for work. If by the end of the day I hadn't been called, I would go home without having done anything at all. But sometimes I did receive an assignment, and then I would have a sip of whiskey and go to work.

I began to wait. My thoughts swung wildly. I was either fixed on practical details of immediate survival or transfixed by pain, weeping silently, my mouth open and my hands on my head.

A bud is a flower-to-be. A flower in waiting. Waiting for just the right warmth and care to open up. It's a little fist of love waiting to unfold and be seen by the world. And that's you.

We were all standing in line waiting for breakfast when one of the caseworkers came in and tap-tap-tap

If there's any greater exhibit of the malleability of human nature than the sight of someone standing, absently waiting for the light to change at a deserted intersection, I don't know what it is.