Quotes About Waiting

Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.

Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.

Not only do we have to be good at waiting, we have to love it. Because waiting is not waiting, it is life.

As Daddy said, life is 95 percent anticipation.

What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.

I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier." For

Allt det där är bara tidsfördriv i väntan på döden.

Maybe in time. There's always time

I have this feeling, ever since April, like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what.

It's like all the other hours of the day are spent looking forward to right now.

Die meisten Menschen vergessen, dass es häufig die kleinen Dinge sind, die zählen. Alle sind so damit beschäftigt, an Orten des Wartens zu warten.

To make films is as boring as watching paint dry. You usually have to do tiny bits here and there. You go off waiting for lighting, you come back - the energy dies. You hope you can find someone who can keep it going.

There were daffodils, yes, and crocuses, and the hardy little snowdrops; and green was beginning to wreathe its way across the land – but when you still had to scrape the ice off your car in the morning, when you still had to run across the road in howling gales and lashing rain, when it felt as if you were holding your breath, waiting for the year to begin, even as days of your life passed you by …

Plymouth?" Chapter Five They had to wait thirty-five minutes for the tide to go out far enough for them to get back across the causeway. Polly spent the entire time humming to distract herself from Kerensa, who had come up with another ninety-five reasons why she couldn't possibly move to Polbearne. Funnily enough, they only seemed to make her more determined.

We're still here. It's not the future yet. *

He has the look of a Handsome Boy from a different time. He could be a dashing World War I soldier, handsome enough for a girl to wait years for him to come back from war, so handsome she could wait forever.

I'm sick of waiting for karma. Karma can suck it.

It's torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don't know.

I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

All right, then we'll wait. Whatever my girl wants.

The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get here.

She's kind to me, but there's this distrust, this wariness. It's a let's-wait-and-see kind of feeling- let's wait and see when you hurt my son again.