Quotes About Waiting

Que voy a esperarte. Quiero estar ahí cuando sientas que puedes volver a tener una relación. Quiero ser yo el que te haga volver a disfrutar de las cosas buenas de la vida. Quiero compartir todo contigo. Y para ello voy a quedarme aquí, a tu lado, esperando el tiempo que haga falta.

A vingt ans, attendre est une torture.

snail's pace. Hanna shook her

Life just throws you places, and if you wait, if you listen, you can see the blessings.

And under this carnival disguise the heart of an old youngster who is still waiting to give his all. But how to be recognized under this mask? This is what they call a fine career.

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Everything comes to he who waits. I guess. At last, after at least 200 years of constant vigil, there was delivered to me a big, fat, lumpy letter. There are few things more thrilling in Life than lumpy letters. That rattle. Even to this day I feel a wild surge of exultation when I run my hands over an envelope that is thick, fat, and pregnant with mystery.

This is your heart. Keep it locked until the chap turns up who has the key.

Trauma waits for stillness.

When at last they begin to move, instead of happiness or relief, they all feel a tentative, miniature suspension of dread.

Will each of my daughters be delivered to me, one at a time, as from the briny deep?

Tommy was nowhere in sight, and though she waited for a few minutes, he didn't reappear.

He'll come," said Rosalind. "He's got to.

He leaned down and bravely kissed her on the cheek. "Don't forget. You're waiting for me until we're both thirteen." She just as bravely kissed him back. "I won't forget.

Some people say you have to work with everything, but there's a time and a place. If it feels like a knot, wait. It will come up again when you and the universe are ready.

care about right now is how long this is

Three hours waiting in a graveyard after dark starts to get to you. I don't know why. Maybe it's all the dead people hanging around underground. Whatever it was, by the time my watch said it was ten minutes to midnight, I had a major case of the creeps, the willies, and the heebie-jeebies. At least the flesh-eating zombies were keeping themselves hidden away. I sat there for another ten minutes and the same nothing that had been happening all night continued happening.

For the next few minutes I reviewed my available options, and I came up with the following plan: hope that somebody showed up to rescue me. Or,

You don't know what to say. You won't know what to say for a long time. Your reply was so many years ago.

As the storm washed over them and they huddled there not knowing their futures until it had passed and all was still. None of them ready. Thought they were in the middle. Not the end.

Ahora le aviso que tiene antesala.

London radio, which we listened to every evening, announced encouraging news: the daily bombings of Germany and Stalingrad, the preparation of the Second Front. And so we, the Jews of Sighet, waited for better days that surely were soon to come.

I am in a waiting room without end, without location, without time or place. If I go outside, I die before I get any answers. I exist only in a theoretical way, like a point on a coordinate plane. I am the simulation.