Quotes About Anticipation

So you never got to wherever it was. Weren't you terribly disappointed, Sebastian? --Julia Flyte

Next morning at first light to Guy's surprise the troopship at last emerged from the haze of myth and was seen to be solidly at anchor beyond the mouth of the harbor.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

We'll meet you on some corner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes.

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I'm his ideal.

In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year... Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

These things excite me so ,' she whispered. 'If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a pair of stockings and a street dress; an open powder box yawned upon the bureau. She had gone out.

It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.

to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning-

Anything can happen now that we've slid over this bridge, anything at all...

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the moment when the backbone of the day should be broken, when he should have met the girl at last, talked to her, and then bowed her laughter out the door, returning only to the melancholy dregs in the teacups and the gathering staleness of the uneaten sandwiches.

Cloaked by the erotic darkness she exhausted the future quickly, with all the eventualities that might lead up to a kiss, but with the kiss itself as blurred as a kiss in pictures.

I suppose he'd had the name ready for a long time, even then.

He waited rather breathlessly for her next remark...

His day, usually a jellylike creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, towards a climax, as a play should, as a day should.

Atingi a maturidade com a impressão de estar acumulando experiência para organizar minha vida com vistas a ser feliz. Na verdade, consegui o feito nada comum de resolver cada problema na minha cabeça muito antes de ele se apresentar na vida, ficando perplexo e derrotado assim mesmo.

Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.