Quotes About Anticipation

How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back?

Quand j'arrive à la gare de l'Est, j'espère toujours secrètement qu'il y aura quelqu'un pour m'attendre. C'est con. J'ai beau savoir que ma mère est encore au boulot à cette heure-là et que Marc est pas du genre à traverser la banlieue pour porter mon sac, j'ai toujours cet espoir débile. [...] Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part... C'est quand même pas compliqué.

Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part

and it can't wait.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

But the important thing about learning to wait, I feel sure, is to know what you are waiting for.

But if we learn to think of it as anticipation, as learning, as growing, if we think of the time we spend waiting for the big things of life as an opportunity instead of a passing of time, what wonderful horizons open out!

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

As lover you reach forward to a point in time called "then" when you will bite into the long-desired apple. Meanwhile you are aware that as soon as "then" supervenes upon "now," the bittersweet moment, which is your desire, will be gone. You cannot want that, and yet you do.

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

pulse raced, and she found her

We are always waiting for something bad. If something good happens, we are sure something bad will follow.

Tell me what has happened in this week that you've been absent from my window.

The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It's as though I could fly.

I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.

We believe that whatever feels at first like joy is not. Or is, but will not last. Or should not last. We feel so sure of this that we will undermine our own inklings of joy, blunting the pain we think awaits. This way we beat pain to the punch. We will not simply sit/stand/lie like suckers when the practical joke finishes, the push, the pendulum. We will not let ourselves be caught off-guard by joy and its evil conjoined twin, irony.

Pero, ¿podía haber algo que infundiera más miedo que otra noches de espera, otro día de tensión, el no-suceder, el no-actuar?¿Acaso no se había alcanzado un punto culminante, por encima del cual solo estaba el vacío?

What was I waiting for? For signs and miracles, stars on the firmament..?

Pero, ¿podía haber algo que infundiera más miedo que otra noche de espera, otro día de tensión, el no-suceder, el no-actuar? ¿Acaso no se había alcanzado un punto culminante, por encima del cual solo estaba el vacío?

I swung the door open and relaxed. She wasn't there. I stepped in and shut the door behind me. I had promised God I wouldn't touch anything. I'd just look at what was lying around. If Jane Eyre had only looked around a little, she might have saved herself a lot of heartache.

Here's a secret: All guesses are educated guesses because there is almost no estimate you could make about which you literally know nothing.