Quotes About Anticipation

It was the promise of maybe, maybe one day.

It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.

Peter's gone away on his training weekend. It's only been one day and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling. He

It's torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don't know.

Triumphantly he says, "Did you predict that, Lara Jean?

The thrill of a boy putting his hands on you for the first time.

But still I hope, because I can't help but hope.

I felt it a week before we left, every time. And then of course, when the time came, I was never ready to leave. I wanted to stay forever.

Just you wait. As soon as you and I are done, he's gonna pull some cheesy-ass move and, like, profess his love for you with a boom box. I'm telling you, I know how guys think.

She beams at me. "See? There's a lot to be excited about. And don't forget the Cheese Shop." The

Será diferente cuando no sea tan novedoso, cuando no verlo todos los días sea la nueva normalidad, pero por ahora, sólo por ahora, anhelar tiene su propia especia de placer perverso.

Jeremiah turned his head toward me and winked lazily. "See you soon.

I see her car first.

IT's a rare thing, to know someone so well, whether they'll pivot left or right.

And so when August and September began and still the phone didn't ring, all I had to do was think back to the way he'd looked at me that last night, and I knew there was still hope.

There's something romantic about waiting for a letter in the mail, waiting for your destiny.

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.

As I present the scrapbook to him, I find my heart is jumping all over the place. With excitement, and with nervousness.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.

I wake up happy because it's the first day of school. I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

Because I really did believe he was coming. If I didn't, would I have taken extra care with my hair that morning? In the shower, would I have shaved my legs not once but twice, just to be safe? Would I have put on that new dress and worn those heels that made my feet hurt if I truly didn't believe he was coming?

Sure, you could go to the bakery and pick out the exact cake you want, but there is a thrill in not being sure what you'll end up with.

Kitty's been a nervous bundle of energy all day; it's like her birthday and Christmas and first day of school combined.

At this point, all I can do is wait, and hope. And hope and hope.