Quotes About Waiting

How do you like my picture, Phil? It seems a very dull one, said Phil, with a grimace. Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing, said Anne softly. There'll be love there, Phil—faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world—love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?

There'll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world-love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colours are nit very brilliant?

And I'll always be here for him to come back to, she thought.

La pequeña Elizabeth Grayson había nacido esperando que pasaran cosas. El hecho de que nunca sucedieran bajo la atenta vigilancia de su abuela y de la «mujer» no truncó para nada sus expectativas. Iban a suceder, estaban destinadas a hacerlo, en cualquier momento, y si no era hoy, bueno, entonces sería mañana.

Cuando el crepúsculo deje su cortina caer y la fije en el cielo con una estrella, recuerda que allí, donde quiera que estés, tendrás una amiga que siempre te espera.

And life (or God) seems to reply, "Get ready! The other shoe is going to drop. When? I want to surprise you.

If you wait, all that happens is you get older.

He stood quite still, freezing, and somebody somewhere owed him infinite love.

So many youths, praying before an altar of shadows, waiting for one moment to live a dream, to become the heroes of their own tales.

I don't think you get to be mad at someone unless they come through for you. I don't think you have that luxury. I think you think you can be mad, but really you're just doing something else. What's that? Waiting.

Cómo se puede explicar el hecho de encontrar a alguien a quien has estado esperando toda la vida? ¿Hay que llamarlo «destino»? Me parece demasiado vago llamarlo «destino». Es más bien como encontrar el camino a casa, donde el significado de «casa» es el de un lugar que anhelamos en secreto, un lugar que hemos imaginado, pero en el que nunca antes habíamos estado.

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. —Oscar Wilde

I hate to think how many minutes of my life I've spent on goddamn hold. I want those minutes back. When death comes for me, I want back every minute I was on hold in traffic jams, and behind people with eleven items in the ten items or less line.

donna madonna, there's always mañana

Make no vows or promises in the dark. Always wait until morning. -Najdan the Assassin

Some of the greatest blessings take a long time in coming, as God works out His plans.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

Patience, she said in her best governess voice, is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for.

Life is never smooth to the great-granddaughter of tin peddlers who were kicked out of Russia,' said Misty. 'It's no accident that all my family is in one embattled profession or another. We're just waiting for the Cossacks to come back. When the Cossacks come to Connecticut, you'll understand.' Meanwhile, it was hard to feel much gloom at all, although to keep her balance, Misty clung to it wherever she found it.

There's something about Betty, like she's a great big empty space waiting to suck in trouble. There'll always be a story.... One of these days Betty's going to get up and find a line of starving Africans outside her door. You can depend on it.

I thought of all the ancestors waiting at the water's edge for their stolen children to come home. Waiting and waiting and waiting . . .

Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of strange little girls screaming through their fingers. My patient sisters, always waiting for me. I scroll through our confessions and rants and prayers, desperation eating us one slow bloody bite at a time.

My timing is perfect, and I wind up in a traffic jam. The cars around me are driven by fat cows and bellowing bulls. We roll along, six mph. I can run faster than this. We brake. They chew their cud and moo into their phones until the herd shifts gears and rolls forward again.

The fight simmers gently on the back of the stove all afternoon, the bubbles rising up and popping, ingredients falling to the bottom, then surfacing again. It doesn't boil over until the sun sets.