Quotes About Anticipation

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

She was getting bitchy.That was a good sign. What am I supposed to do till you get back? I said, patting the smouldering leather. Hide in my closet? Id rather be with you.

He inclined his head slightly, looking as fabulous as ever, more appealing than before because I had no idea what he was going to do, what he was capable of. "Don't do that," I said, my gaze going everywhere but to him. "Do what?" He sipped from his mug, one long leg draping to the floor, the other pulled up slightly. "Sit on your desk and look sexy.

Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy's thing, not mine.

Refuse to follow where you're led (Dancing) The line begins to blur When you look too far ahead.

No one in the movies ever looks up until the saliva starts dripping down.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real.

What was worry, after all, but a kind of fear? It was fear for the future. And in fact the future was bound to bring its share of bad things, there was no avoiding that. So worry was really a hopeless enterprise, in that it could not do anything. It was an anticipation of grief, a nightmare of the future. A type of fear; and she was determined not to be afraid.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than any real thing. But this time who could say? This time might be the golden one at last

As far back as she could remember, she had gone in for day-dreams about what clothes, jewellery and the like she would wear if, like her admired and adored Marie Antoinette, she were somehow to find herself facing public execution. A country GP's visit was hardly on that scale, but the principle held.

So lebte Barbara, und vielleicht gab der Umstand, das sie auf Nicoletta wartete ,daß sie zu jeder Stunde des Tages auf Nicolettas überraschende Ankunft vorbereitet war, ihren Leben den geheimen Sinn, das rätselhafte Zentrum, das es bedurfte.

Gözlerimi aç?nca, eski al??kanl?k, bugün için bir ümit var m? diye düÅŸünmeye baÅŸlad?m.

det skal en viss grad av ringhet i ævnen til å gå og være varig tilfreds med livet og atpå kjøpet vente sig noget nyt og godt av det.

Wroth, darling," she purred, smiling so sweetly. "I can't wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you." In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.

Thirty nerve-shattering minutes passed before Cadeon returned. "What happened? Tell me!" "Everything's taken care of." She frowned. "You smell like beer." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, Holly, like me and the cop were downing a beer together." Of course, he and the cop had completely been downing a beer together.

He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled. In a breathy voice, she asked, You're going to make love to me again, aren't you? In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.

Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away. A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322

Tell me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen? I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A.

She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.

Unexpected Elizabeth wasn't falling into his arms as he'd anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he had lost her.

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man. At that, she glanced away. You might be right, Scot, she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, But are you the man I await...where I ache?

I know exactly what you are now. I know what you will be - Lothaire

I hope this one's a show-er and not a grower, or I'm a dead woman.