Quotes About Waiting

What was I waiting for with regards to the sea-soaked woman laughing in front of me? What would I tell myself if I didn't watch her grow gorgeously ripe with our baby? If we didn't become sleep-deprived and snappy with each other as we tried to navigate the stormy seas of parenthood together.

The more Susan waited, the more the doorbell didn't ring.

What god would be hanging around Terminal Two of Heathrow Airport trying to catch the 15.37 flight to Oslo?

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?

When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?

Well, you know what they say: everything seems to take longer when you're crammed inside a footlocker.

I'm guessing if we had just waited an hour or so we would have been there when Dad first broke in.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place...

I taste pain and regret in your sweat. Youve been waiting for me.

The worst mistake you can make is walking away from the person who actually stood there and waited for you.

I know that its comin I just hope that Im alive for it.

She a patient waitin in my room

An hour at sea with Uncle Nicholas comprised forty minutes of waiting, nineteen minutes of wondering, and one minute of sheer excitement.

The biggest pitfall as you make your way through your life is impatience.

How slow life is, how violent hope is.

I don't stretch my hand out anymore, but I never get tired of waiting for the next magic.

When you're racing, it's life. Anything that happens before or after is just waiting.

From my point of view, which is that of a storyteller, I see your life as something artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art.

How much of life do we miss by waiting to see the rainbow before thanking God there is rain?

It is a miserable thing to live in suspense; it is the life of the spider.

Sometimes I'm haunted by the thought that we have only one life and that we live it provisionally, waiting in vain for the day when real life will begin. And so life passes by.