Quotes About Anticipation

He was on the verge of obtaining his heart's dream, perhaps; a more alarming prospect than the verge of one's own death. For after all death, whatever else it may be when it comes to us, is not going to be a disappointment.

Recall that one builds a labyrinth not to hide but to lie in wait.

It was well before sunrise. But all you had to do was wait. Patience was a weapon. If you waited long enough, the dawn would come.

Folks lighten up their lives when they're about to make a move.

It is thrifty to prepare today for wants of tomorrow.

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

All night I keep the heart shut I am waiting for a greater madness To declare myself

Waiting for the Revolution can be as agonizing and intoxicating as waiting for one's lover.

He said, I always thought the woman I'd marry would hit me easy, in a bolt of lightning, and there is not lightning there is not even thunder there is not even rain.

There was the same old dread, and there was the same old hope

Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.

The inability to live in the present lies in the fear of leaving the sheltered position of anticipation or memory, and so of admitting that this is the only life that one is ever likely (heavenly intervention aside) to live.

We take this idea of love with us into adulthood. Grown up, we hope for a re-creation of what it felt like to be ministered to and indulged. In a secret corner of our mind, we picture a lover who will anticipate our needs, read our hearts, act selflessly and make everything better. It sounds 'romantic'; yet it is a blueprint for disaster.

Valuable elements may be easier to experience in art and in anticipation than in reality. The anticipatory and artistic imaginations omit and compress, they cut away the periods of boredom and direct our attention to critical moments and, without either lying or embellishing, thus lend to life a vividness and a coherence that it may lack in the distracting woolliness of the present.

How pleasant to hold in mind, through the crevasses of our moods, at three in the afternoon when lassitude and despair threaten, that there is always a plane taking off for somewhere.

If we are inclined to forget how much there is in the world besides that which we anticipate, then works of art are perhaps a little to blame, for in them we find the same process of simplification or selection at work as in the imagination.

If prostitutes ... attract us so little, it is not because they are less beautiful than other women, but because they are ready and waiting; because they already offer us precisely what we seek to attain.

The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once (we soon feel ungrateful) or those who never allow us to kiss them (we soon forget them), but those who know how carefully to administer varied doses of hope and despair. 11.

And so the skiing holiday (and much of my life generally) proceeded: anticipation in the morning, anxiety in the actuality, and pleasant memories in the evening.

We are creature deeply marked by our expectations

TIMMS: I don't see how we can understand it. Most of the stuff poetry's about hasn't happened to us yet. HECTOR: But it will, Timms. It will. And then you will have the antidote ready! Grief. Happiness. Even when you're dying. We're making your deathbeds here, boys. LOCKWOOD: Fucking Ada. HECTOR: Poetry is the trailer! Forthcoming attractions!

I listened, rapt and silent, as he conjured from the cold black type the image of a woman of many years past, shivering in the chill predawn light as she waited for the sun to rise.

She leaned back in the bed and smiled, feeling excited at the prospect; feeling hope.

At least I know today that I will not have to wait that long.