Quotes About Waiting

Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.

Finally, when happiness came knocking on my door, I'd be waiting. I'd open the door and say: "Where have you been? What took you so long? And if you just give me a moment I'll pack and go with you."

Even while you're in pain, your happiness will be waiting

and the smile I'd been waiting for stretched across his face like the sun breaking free of the clouds.

.. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.

Background checks, waiting periods, reports of transfers, and access to mental health records have not stopped the legal sale of firearms to legitimate buyers.

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

I never know tomorrow what I might be doing. I just ask God to lead me and show me and direct me and help me and support me in it. So I just wait to hear the call.

One of the things that has to be faced is the process of waiting to change the system, how much we have got to do to find out who we are, where we have come from and where we are going.

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

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Am I willing to go to Mars? Yes, but I'm not willing to spend nine months getting there, then wait 18 more months until the planets align to come home.

Conscience is the anticipation of the fellow who awaits you if and when you come home.

The home is where part of the family waits until the others are through with the car.

How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters?

Kiss till the cow comes home.

I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisible, but married, at last.

Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

Be careful. Wait out your year. Come home.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

Hi, this is Sylvia. I'm not at home right now, so when you hear the beep ... hang up.

That's when I began drinking coffee. I was hung up on every little thing. I loved Paris, and felt straightaway at home. Not to be grandiose, but it seemed like all the city had been waiting for me.

Hope is patience with the lamp lit.

Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.