Quotes About Waiting

Anyone who'd spent a childhood waiting for the other foot—or the other fist—to fall knew how to sense danger.

When, after a week, Jubal had had no other message, he sent a stat care of Ben's office: What the hell are you doing? Ben's answer came back, somewhat delayed: Studying Martian and the rules for hopscotch -- fraternally yours -- Ben.

God is waiting for you at suite 1208 Lewis and Clark Towers. Don't make Him come get you. You won't like it.

Nobody can take an acid trip more than about once a week, whatever you may have read in the tabloids. This is becausd LSD has an unusual "tolerance" effect, which comes on quickly and goes away just as quickly. In general, anyone who takes a dose of acid within three of four days of their last trip will get no effect at all. A waiting period is, therefore, built into the drug.

It is one of the secrets of happiness that you know which battles you can win and which you can't. I had given up the punctuality battle years ago. And the pleasure of her company when she did show up was always worth the wait.

Besides, that thing was waiting for him. Waiting for him—

A bitter heart that bides its time and bites.

the lobby pay phone, and called her. She answered on the second ring.

Leopards did not chase prey like cheetahs, or stalk the tall grass like lions. The leopard simply set up on a wet spot, above the mud, out of sight, hidden. The leopard didn't need a cheetah's speed, or have to search for prey like a lion. The leopard knew if he staked out something his prey wanted, his prey would come to him.

A girl came out of the school. She was thin, and wispy, and appeared to be fifteen or sixteen. She stopped outside the doors, lit a cigarette, and inhaled hard enough to inflate her body. I watched her smoke, and waited. Sooner or later, she would finish the cigarette or smoke herself to death.

Maggie reached the door well before Scott, and saw another door ahead. The intruder and another man were waiting beyond it. Ten thousand generations filled her with a guardian's rage. Scott

You may be interested in why I am waiting for Adrienne to call." "I'm sure I don't want to know." "Do I detect coolness?" "You detect indifference. They are not the same.

I'll be there in five." Eight minutes later I parked in the parking garage, climbed the four flights to my floor, and walked down the hall. The building has an elevator, but tough guys climbed stairs. Picture me bristling with manliness. Also, impatience. Cindy's door was closed. The door to the little insurance agency across from my office was closed. My door was open.

Bud Orso was in his early forties, with a chubby scoutmaster's face topped by a crown of short black hair. He was waiting when Scott stepped off the elevator, which Scott had not expected. "Bud

I'm waiting for God to give me a clue. It's a good thing I'm patient.

His moves intrigued her, each of them keeping her waiting for the next one—she even enjoyed her jealousy and confusion, for sometimes any emotion is better than the boredom of security.

One member of the company was still awaited; the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the knight for whom the ladies waited at the window

One member of the company was still awaited; the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the knight for whom the ladies waited at the window, the prince that was to kiss the sleeping summer back to life and love. But when meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in amber jerkin, moved graciously to his place in the group, then the play was ready to begin.

The central thing that Winslow could remember from this tme was the feeling of satisfaction he had, all the ride down with Carole King for company. As far as he could take it. As far as he could go. Something at least would happen next and this part would be over. He could feel the same movement starting up inside him, the same gathering wave, and wondered where it would leave him this time. Nothing to do, though. Nothing to do but wait and see.

Things are bad and crazy and chaotic. But you ride it out and you don't let it hurt you, and then there's this stretch of time that is so calm and perfect. And that's what was always worth waiting for.

Laila came to believe that of all the hardships a person has to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.

I suspect the truth is we are waiting, all of us, against unsurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, Laila had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which Tariq's father sometimes played old Pashto songs, time stretched and contracted depending on Tariq's absence or presence.

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to...