Quotes About Waiting

Hopelessness has surprised me with patience.

Do not despair if the answer is slow in coming. Bethlehem proves the faithfulness of God. He answers our fears with a baby wrapped in rags. They that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. This is the promise of God.

after a minute, you continue writing. she screams again. you wonder how long this can go on.

The woman and the white-haired old man looked at the clock, as if it might tell them something about their situation and what they were supposed to do next.

Mostly I just kill time, he said, and it dies hard.

I'm killing time and it's dying hard.

I had been stalking the bluebottle fly for five minutes, waiting for him to sit down. He didn't want to sit down. He just wanted to do wing-overs and sing the prologue to Pagliacci. I had the fly swatter poised in midair and I was all set. There was a patch of bright sunlight on the corner of the desk and I knew that sooner or later that was where he was going to light. But when he did, I didn't even see him at first. The buzzing stopped and there he was. And then the phone rang.

The next hour was three hours long

The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips.

So is he gonna wake up from that nap yet or what?

I walked back down the room and out. The little blonde at the PBX looked at me expectantly, her small red lips parted, waiting for more fun. I didn't have any more. I went on out.

Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)

When you're at an inn and someone in the room above kicks off a boot before going to bed, you hear the first one hit the floor and you wait until you hear the second before your mind can return fully to what it was doing before.

Our world is eagerly awaiting the posthumous publication of his works, which are rumored to contain an a priori proof of God's existence—a situation which has prompted me to flirt with the idea of a symbolism-heavy play entitled Waiting for Gödel.)

But sometimes waiting can be murder…

white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across the expansive leather seat, then with a furtive look out the tinted window, issued the desperate order again. Befuddled, her driver started to protest. "But—

Sizi anlayan, olduÄŸunuz gibi kabul eden Biriyle kar??laÅŸmak için bir ömür boyu beklersiniz. Sonunda o Birisinin ba??ndan beri kendiniz olduÄŸunu anlars?n?z.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

The Wait It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart. But the wait was worth it. Because I was in love.

The sun was like a huge fifty-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match and said, Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper, and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.

It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart. But the wait was worth it. Because I was in love.

Bir günün olaÄŸanüstü olabilmesi için bir ÅŸeftalinin yettiÄŸi bir geçmiÅŸ zamanda bir yaz günü, s?ran?n sonunun gelmesini sab?rla bekleyen ve ÅŸeftalilerle dolu poÅŸetler ta??yan bir geyik sürüsüyle birlikte bir ren geyiÄŸi istasyonuna doÄŸru yol alan bir trendeydim sanki.

He waited for death as a traveller for a bus.