Quotes About Waiting

Do you understand?" I could feel her breath on my cheek, not warm at all, but chilled like the depths of the sea. Do you understand? He had told me that she hated to be kept waiting.

We will be back soon, Achilles said, again.

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I am glad for you. But the rest of us -" His mouth twists. "The rest of us are forced to wait for your leisure. You are holding us here, Achilles.

La presencia de los otros chicos no me aportaba consuelo alguno: nuestros muertos acuden en pos de su venganza sin considerar la presencia de testigos. En el firmamento cobraron forma las estrellas y la luna ocupó su sitio. Cuando los párpados se me cerraron, él me seguía esperando, cubierto de sangre y blanco como la cal, claro que sí. Nadie desea acabar en la negrura sin fin del aveno antes de tiempo. Mi exilio podría aplacar la ira de los vivos, pero no la de los difuntos.

Sentí de nuevo esa sensación de puro equilibrio donde el mundo se había detenido y todo estaba a la espera.

I don't either," he said. "I thought I might, but I don't." The days turned, and the months, and two years passed.

Incinera mi cuerpo y dame sepultura. Te estaré esperando entre las sombras.

I have done it," she says. At first, I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS. "Go," she says. "He waits for you.

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.

but in our minds these stories remind us that we are always waiting, and remind us of what we are waiting for — a respite, a touch of grace, something simple that starts us wondering. I am reminded of Oliver Goldsmith, who said, two hundred years ago, "Innocently to amuse the imagination in this dream of life is wisdom.

He can feel Death in the room, hovering in the shadows, over there beside the door, head averted, but watching all the same, always watching. It is waiting, biding its time. It will slide forward on skinless feet, with breath of damp ashes, to take her, to clasp her in its cold embrace, and he, Hamnet, will not be able to wrest her free.

The previous day and the day yet to come hang in a balance, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Oh,' she burst out. 'I hate this—I hate it.' 'What?' 'Just—this. I feel as though I'm waiting for something and I'm getting scared it might never come.

The problem is," her brother says, striding through the attic, through the words scattered on the floor, making the curls of paper skitter and swirl around his boots, "that I have no talent for it. I cannot abide waiting.

He can feel Death in the room, hovering in the shadows, over there beside the door, head averted, but watching all the same, always watching. It is waiting, biding its time. It will slide forward on skinless feet, with breath of damp ashes, to take her, to clasp her in its cold embrace, and he, Hamnet, will not be able to wrest her free. Should he insist it takes him too? Should they go together, just as they always have?

That it is possible to comfort your daughters with assurances about places in Heaven and eternal joy and how they may all be reunited after death and how he will be waiting for them, while not believing any of it.

The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.

History is the heavy traffic that prevents us from crossing the road. We're not especially interested in what it consists of. We wait, more or less patiently, for it to pause, so that we can get to the liquor store or the laundromat or the burger bar.

I lived through all these times, these great events, without caring very much, concerned with my own aging rather than the world's. Most of us do likewise. History is the heavy traffic that prevents us from crossing the road. We're not especially interested in what it consists of. We wait, more or less patiently, for it to pause, so that we can get to the liquor store or the laundromat or the burger bar

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

We always keep God waiting while we admit more importunate suitors.

The train slowed down at the approach to shrewsbury station and glided between the eleventh-century abbey and the stadium of shrewsbury town football club. Two sacred arenas where men chanted and waited for a miracle that never came.

The point is, you have family and friends who love you. You have a world out there just waiting for you to conquer it. You have a life that will be anything you make it. That's the point.

Gott ist kein zeitloses Fatum, er wartet und antwortet auf aufrichtige Gebete und verantwortliche Taten.