Quotes About Waiting

IT WAS ANOTHER HOUR BEFORE ANYTHING SHOWED UP.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

It made me think of Penelope waiting for Odysseus—Penelope at her loom, not missing a trick, lumpen suitors everywhere.

first of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again

He felt the guilt of inaction, of simply waiting while his life went to waste. No one was worth the gift of his life, no one could possibly be worth that. It belonged to him alone, and he did not deserve it either, because he was letting it waste. It was getting away from him and he made no effort to stop it. He did not know how.

Profoundly moved, he kissed the lax waiting mouth with exquisite unhappiness.

I wouldn't have to drop out of academia and take a more lucrative position waiting tables at the faculty club.

Perché la minestra si fredda.

Scully zerkn??a k?tem oka na Muldera. Kiedy spa?, wygl?da? niewinnie i bezbronnie jak dziecko. Geniusz w opa?ach czy k?opotliwy szaleniec? Pozosta?o jej tylko czeka? i obserwowa?.

The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam to-day ." "It must come sometimes to 'jam to-day,'" Alice objected. "No, it ca'n't," said the Queen. "It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know

How long is forever? Sometimes just one second

Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.

she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking, as it went, "One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.

Somos apenas crianças crescidas, esperando que o sono nos de guarida.

When my love comes back from the ladies' room, will I be too old to care?

waiting is our destiny. as creatures who cannot by themselves bring about what they hope for; we wait in the darkness for a flame we cannot light. we wait in fear for a happy ending that we cannot write. we wait for a 'not yet' that feels like a 'not ever.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more...

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it. You'll make a fine governess. My words are like a slap. I know, she answers, a slap of her own.

She was holding her breath, waiting to start living.

will your daughter be here?

We rattled on, away from Les Mille, and we racked our brains as to where they could be taking us. To the Pyrenees? To one of the camps in the East Pyrenees? Or farther away toward the west? Maybe to Gurs, where our wives were?