Quotes About Anticipation

We've read the back of the book, we know what's going to happen.

but where's the checkered flag we all expected, waving in the distance, telling you you're home again, home?

Look back on the good, look forward to the future.

Oh my God," he said. "Oh my God." "You'll see him soon," Parker said.

He beat out a drumroll on the table edge with the first two fingers of each hand.

You'll like LA a little better once we're outside. Think of New Jersey with palm trees.

People generally prefer problem-avoidance and problem-containment to problem-solving.

todos los Abogados —salvo los que se retiren el día de hoy— son, en realidad, el Abogado del mañana.

I pull the door open and step inside, bracing myself for the heat and noise, but there is nothing here tonight. Just a few lights flicked on, running up and down the walls, and one long solitary bulb directly over the ring–a soft yellow glow emanating from the metal cage wrapped around it.

After a half hour of sitting and staring at Mister Lewis sitting on his box, Patrick heard the sound of an engine

There was a feeling in him like waiting for a punishment.

Parlando, la signora Givings contempló, distratta e affascinata insieme, la semitrasparenza cremisi che il sole morente metteva nel lobo dell'orecchio del marito, trasformando la sua forfora in fuochi infuocati, ma col pensiero stava già pregustando la serata.

the shelves on shelves of unread or half-read or read-and-forgotten books that had always been supposed to make such a difference and never had

The future is a story still waiting to be told.

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

They're waiting for you. Go on in." Adrian leaned close to Keith's ear and spoke in an ominous voice. "If.You.Dare." He poked Keith's shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha" kind of monster laugh.

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.

Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.

Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.

Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calender?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door." "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.

I don't know, but I think it's going to be good.