Quotes About Anticipation

What's a bigger mystery box than a movie theater? You go to the theater, you're just so excited to see anything - the moment the lights go down is often the best part.

I work in theater, so I am always working in front of empty chairs. They represent a future presence. They are never just chairs.

I don't like sitting around in my dressing room very much. It feels a lot like theater.

I think it's always super exciting to watch something before you can see it in theaters.

In the theatre the audience wants to be surprised - but by things that they expect.

I arrive at the theatre four hours before the beginning of the performance. I must get accustomed to the hall even if I know it well.

I think that big, sort of theatrical relaunches tend to set you up for failure and hype.

When you do a good theatrical production, sometimes you dream about that 8 o'clock curtain call for six months.

'Lost' is such a thematic show that I'm always afraid that if I know something's going to happen at the end, I'll subconsciously write something in where someone who's astute will go, 'Oh, he used so-and-so's theme: that must mean so-and-so is coming back!'

All of the Flying Lotus records are exploring similar themes: These questions in my mind about what's next and what's beyond.

Let's get this over with," Walt blustered to Noah. "They're setting up some mighty fine-looking food back at the house and those Riordans are circling like starving dogs. I'd like to get back there while they're still sober enough to make the toasts." Noah

When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd

What's going on?" she asked. "Wait till you see. You're going to like this. You're going to like me again." "I love you—I'm just not thrilled about how potent you seem to be." As

I'm hoping for a girl," he said. "Are you?" "I have an idea you might cut me off at two." "I'm not wild about throwing up or waddling, but I sure love carrying around a little piece of you. You're right—you make excellent babies." "We all have our special talents," he said. *

I'm going to do that, you know. I'm going to be with Paige when the baby comes. I'm dying to do that." "Well, I hope you're more prepared than I was. It really took me by surprise." "But you don't regret it, do you?" "Nah. It was awesome," he said. "That's

I was looking forward to coming back here for some fun. Before this happened to me, I'd been planning all the many ways I could break your heart." He cocked his head and smiled at her. "Had you, now? That sounds interesting. Now I have something to look forward to." "I was thinking you'd be devastated. Wiped out," she told him. "Ah. Are you willing to share any details?" "Not a chance." "I'm already devastated.

You can always tell when it's Friday. There's an excitement specific to Fridays, coupled with relief that another week has passed

I was focusing on the now. But that didn't mean I couldn't still wonder about what came after.

This was one of the last weekends before we'd be the seniors, and I was thinking about what that meant. About how these rituals of prom, the luau, and graduation that we'd watched for years were suddenly personal.

How could I have known, back then, that the white house across the park would belong to Cassidy Thorpe? That out of a row of nearly identical McMansions, there'd be one window in particular I searched out every night before bed, looking for secret messages?

I went to sleep every night that week waiting for whatever it was between the two of us to start traveling at the speed of flashlights, but it never did. As always, she left me wanting more, and dreaming of what it would be like if I ever got it.

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.

Who is not a love seeker when December comes? Even children pray to Santa Claus.

Did you think of party dresses and high school plays or hallways full of lovers not yet met?