Quotes About Anticipation

I gaze forward without fear.

It was easy to leave Karoi. Karoi had always felt like a train station platform, a flat place from which we hoped to leave at any moment for somewhere more interesting and picturesque.

Darling, has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? Wait and hope.

The sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and hope. ~Edmond Dantes

Follow me. He who lives will see. - D'Artagnan

until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words, — `Wait and hope.

Yet what is expectation but a kind of folly, and what is that folly but an excess of hope?

What all that means is that readers fundamentally want to feel something, not about your story, but about themselves. They want to play. They want to anticipate, guess, think, and judge. They want to finish a story and feel competent. They want to feel like they've been through something. They want to connect with your characters and live their fictional experience, or believe that they have. Creating

But if you find yourself thinking in the future, if you find yourself actually anticipating the activity-'When can I do this again?'-it is a pretty good sign that you are enjoying it and that one of your talents is in play.

Well, what are we waiting for? ...She said 'children.' I bet that's anyone under a couple of centuries old. Let's go.

Well then,' said Femworth as he came to his feet, 'let's go. Sounds like a delightful challenge before supper. Stimulate the appetite, or kill it. Interesting either way.

I knew you would follow," she said, "and I feared the longer we lingered, the more my da would suffer.

Was he going to ask me to go with him? Maybe I was getting ahead of myself and he was just making conversation. Oh, why was talking to a boy so fraught with complication?

Every story began with the same claim: "If you hear the first part, you'll want to hear the second. If you hear the story today, you'll come back tomorrow for another. If you hear the story tonight, you'll think about it as you sleep.

He hesitated then, anticipating the panic that came when there was nothing left to read

Most people — however much they might deny it — had an idea of what they were getting into when they got into it.

Time passes way too slow when you're waiting for the unknown

turning out as I expected it would.

Black rage shook him. He hadn't had a place to sleep, he hadn't had food, he couldn't even get a beer in this goddamn stinking lousy town. He was ready to turn and walk out when he saw wedged at a table against a wall, McIntyre. In the same silly hat, the red sash. Mac hadn't seen him yet. Mac was watching the dance floor. Sailor knew then that the Sen was here. The Sen and Iris Towers. He took his stance in the room.

She knew he was watching her and she didn't care. She expected it.

He waited for her to say more but only silence roiled about them.

The people still waited with infinite patience for the democracy that had been promised them

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.

They sicken of the calm that know the storm.