Quotes About Waiting

When I started going to see Celtic, it was just before Henrik Larsson signed. We used to try to skip into the games. You would stand outside, waiting for someone who had a spare ticket and then give him the wee puppy eyes in the hope he'd give it to you!

Watching all the football over the weekend - and having to wait until Monday night to play - gets you ready, gets you firing.

The biggest thing I possess is infinite patience. Once you are patient, things fall in place.

Many in the precariat know they have to spend considerable time just waiting for opportunities to arise.

Why should we make our constituents wait on job growth?

The Cubs are due in sixty-two.

Sometimes you feel like it's cursed when something takes so long to come out and you don't know if it's going to really come out.

Everyone talks about how hard it is to have a kid, and that scares you into waiting.

I wait up front like some asshole whose mom is picking out his suit for prom night right in front of all the mean girls from school.

There are people I've yet to meet who are waiting for my path to intersect with theirs, so they can complete their own journeys. I don't know who or where they are, but I know for certain that they are waiting.

Nothing is more excruciating than waiting for the jury's verdict. Except, perhaps, hearing the jury's verdict.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, and dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

Nothing is more excruciating than waiting for the jury's verdict. Except, perhaps, hearing the jury's verdict. Alan Christoffersen's diary

Long ago, I gave you my soul. Take care of it for me, until I find you again.

There will be a time when loud-mouthed, incompetent people seem to be getting the best of you. When that happens, you only have to be patient and wait for them to self destruct. It never fails.

I'll let you sweat a while. You ain't gonna know when it's comin' or from where. You'll just be walking along or riding somewhere—and bing—that's it.

You're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense.

Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I'm speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I'm taking to you and you know it.

Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

A stone on the path means the tea's not ready, a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

I went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. You didn't show up. I kept waiting.

I'll be right here. I'm waiting.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand