Quotes About Waiting

Don't be the best in town. Just try to be the best until the best come around.

Maybe sometimes the best things are worth waiting for possibly.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

They're willing to let Matt sit and wait until they believe he's ready and I can't do the best I'm capable of doing. I'm completely comfortable with that.

The one thing about the business of entertainment is that you have to learn patience.

Hope is a slow business.

As an actor you have to wait for someone to cast you, so you're relying on the business.

I don't sleep. I wait. I sleep in cars and on couches. I sleep when I can, but when I can't sleep, I just don't, so I figure there's a higher calling keeping me on point that night.

Would the Element be a car for people who like hip-hop, or for people waiting for a hip-op?

My sisters did ballet when we were younger and I remember sitting in the car with my dad and going 'can we hurry up and go surfing!?, I'm sick of waiting for my sisters and their ballet classes.'

No matter what sort of car you are driving or how fast you drive, we all meet behind the same red light.

Some people stay away from the door for the chance of it opening up.

Hacer una pausa en lugar de llenar inmediatamente el espacio es una experiencia transformadora. Cuando esperamos, empezamos a conectar tanto con la inquietud fundamental como con la amplitud fundamental.

When you're told not to be mindful of something, it becomes an obsession. Nevertheless, the mindfulness is on the out-breath, and there's some sense of just waiting for the next out-breath, a sense of no project. One could just let go at the end of the out-breath. Breath goes out and dissolves, and there could be some sense of letting go completely. Nothing to hold on to until the next out-breath.

It's a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediately fill up the space. By waiting, we begin to connect with fundamental restlessness as well as fundamental spaciousness. -Pema Chodron, from When Things Fall Apart

Do You know what ghosts are, Stuey? I'll tell you. They're secrets haunting the memories of the living. So long as we carry their secrets, they refuse to leave. They wait." "Wait for what?" "To be forgotten. My father has been gone for sixty years, but" — he tapped the side of his head — "he's still here. He never left.

I no longer understand anything literally. I cannot wait until I wake up, whereas earlier I could not wait to fall asleep. I have been made to speak. I have been sentenced to reality. - Do you hear it? (Silence.) Can you hear? (Silence.) Psst. (Silence.)

I may be dead by the time you return.

Only an idiot would have assumed, he mourned, that despite his years of folly and neglect, his first love would wait in limbo while he solved his life so that they could travel on together into a golden future, never having aged.

Maybe you're just wandering around out here with your thumb up your ass, waiting for some answer that might let you off the hook.

We told ourselves that we would assume that nothing would be done when we expected it to be done; the fact that it happened at all would be enough.

It seemed that if you listened to that snow hissing long enough, you wouldn't just hear it telling you that it was waiting for you, you'd hear some terrible secret—a secret to turn your life black.

My father told me what it used to feel like, waiting in the dentist's office. Every time the nurse opened the door you thought, It's happening. The thing I've been afraid of all my life.

God's M.O., he reflected, is to transmute evil into good. If He is active here, He is doing that now, although our eyes can't perceive it; the process lies hidden beneath the surface of reality, and emerges only later. To, perhaps, our waiting heirs. Paltry people who will not know the dreadful war we've gone through, and the losses we took, unless in some footnote in a minor history book they catch a notion. Some brief mention. With no list of the fallen.