Quotes About Waiting

You might not hear back from your mother for a while, though. The post has become most unreliable.

A million muffin-eating moralists were waiting, not for us, Brother Ass, but for the plucky and tedious Trollope!

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard.

It is said to await certainty is to await eternity.

I have not let myself be stultified by science, whose highest goal is to furnish a 'waiting room', which it would be best to tear down.

Andrade [who was looking after wartime inventions] is like an inverted Micawber, waiting for something to turn down.

What's the use of having developed a science well enough to make predictions if, in the end, all we're willing to do is stand around and wait for them to come true?

i can wait wait wait..to go to the other side of life..but dis wait seems like d rainbow in the night..so dat u have to wonder about the presence of sun in no light

Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.

I'm going to be your grandpa! / I have the biggest smile. / I've been waiting to meet you for such a long, long while.

she called, 'Mother, come out, someone's here, he brought the rain.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.

I could write a guidebook about this city, this fallen city. Street by street, house by house, church by church. What happened in this building, who was betrayed, and by whom, in this apartment, who waited for whom on this street corner. And why the person never came.

We're all riding on our bubbles, she thinks, we're all waiting for the blessèd break.

Recall that one builds a labyrinth not to hide but to lie in wait.

The minutes ticked past. This is why peelers need a book. A wee paperback to stick in your pocket.

It was well before sunrise. But all you had to do was wait. Patience was a weapon. If you waited long enough, the dawn would come.

You'll always be my girl. You were from the first moment I saw you. You were sitting in church with your brothers. You were eight years old, and I was twelve, and I thought, I hope she waits for me. Lucia, I'll wait forever if I have to.

Every day she waits for night-time. She goes to bed at half past eight because that is the earliest time she can imagine going to bed and because that means that the day is officially over and she doesn't have to do anything more about it. About anything.

I used to think death might be hidden somewhere on our bodies. Tucked behind the pupil like a coin, slid beneath the thumb nail, ribbon-wrapped "around a wrist bone. A sharp, dark sliver; a loose, pale pellet. Each person different. Each lifespan set. On the day of your death, it melts out through your entire body, a warm, broken bath bead. Until then, it waits-sealed and silent.

The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't call.