Quotes About Waiting

Death, it seems," Garp wrote, "does not like to wait until we are prepared for it. Death is indulgent and enjoys, when it can, a flair for the dramatic.

Nothing illegal is achieved without patience.' Benjamin Franklin.

As men have to fight, women have to wait and plan. This is your time for waiting and planning, and you must be constant and discreet. Honesty matters so much less.

And what about Edward, is he still alive?' 'I don't know... I pray God he is.' 'But you don't expect him anymore?' 'No... If Edward is alive then I pray God he will find his way to me. And there will always be a candle in the window to light his way home, and my door will never be locked in case one day it is his hand on the latch.

We will have to cut our coats to suit our cloth, and wait and see.

The queen sees me coming, turns toward us and waits, with a killer's patience, for me to reach the chancel steps.

There was a little silence. She did not seem shocked; she was neither flattered nor fearful. She stood, waiting for him to take his hand off her arm, and let her go. He supposed that men desired her all the time and that she regarded a touch at her breast, a grab at her waist, as a regular inconvenience, like rain.

I've just written out the death certificate,' the doctor said cheerfully. 'Natural causes of course. She was eighty-eight. I think it was the Beaujolais Nouveau, I warned her not to drink it after Christmas but she was always stubborn. I'll send the undertakers around later. But they won't be able to fit her for at least a couple of days. She'll be all right there as long as it doesn't get too hot.

When I rose up the queen was looking toward me, not as if I were a rival, but as if I were still her favorite little maid in waiting who might bring her some comfort. She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men. George

She had not thought that the ghost of her husband would come early—in life he was always late for everything

Philippa Gregory

We wait? No! You can wait! The cardinal can wait! Henry can wait! But I have to dance on the spot, I have to be seen to make progress while actually making none.

I could see the condemned man, accompanied by his priest, walk slowly from the Tower toward the green where the wooden platform was waiting, the block of wood placed center stage, the executioner dressed all ready for work in his shirtsleeves with a black hood over his head.

If he went any slower, it would be Monday by the time he got there," said Josh. "If he went any slower, the Malloys could be moved out and back to Ohio," Wally observed.

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away... A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons him.

It's not the natural disasters you have to fear. It's the ones that are inside of you, waiting to happen.

The living are more demanding; the dead can wait.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen.

in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What

Nel limbo di Staryje Doroghi mi sentivo sporco, stracciato, stanco, greve, estenuato dall'attesa, eppure giovane e pieno di potenze e rivolto verso l'avvenire.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.

Until one day there will be no more sense in saying: tomorrow.

God's impressions within and His Word without are always corroborated by His providence around, and we should quietly wait until these three focus into one point. … If you do not know what you ought to do, stand still until you do.

I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, chin nestled in my hands, to see what God is going to do. With my children. With my husband. With me—a regular, everyday woman choosing to surrender to a life interrupted.