Quotes About Anticipation

He who would foresee what is to happen should look to what has happened: for all that is has its counterpart in time past.

Chess is a time game, it's a game of patience. That pretty much defines how I run the ball.

In the landscape of time, there are few locations less comfortable than that of one who waits for some person or event to arrive at some unknown moment in the future.

I keep my clocks a little fast / so time won't take me by surprise.

Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there's just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.

Festivals are a time to play the songs people know and are looking forward to hearing.

When you go into extra time, we're talking about drama. But when we reach the penalty shootout, it's a tragedy.

Things do tend to come around when the time is right though.

Every time I see you, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall. I feel uncomfortable every time I see you, and every time we talk, my throat tickles.

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

Every time I do a movie, I think it's going to be a huge hit.

Usually, I'm on the bus by now, having a beer and waiting for everyone else. This is cutting into my beer time.

The events and prophecies of our time are preparing us for the Savior's Second Coming.

Instead of expecting all and being lowered into despair each time I get less, I expect nothing now and, occasionally, I get a little, and am more than a little happy.

The story begins like so much else,' she says slowly, 'With hope. Hope and dreams and daring...

he kept getting glimmers of hope—hope that died instantly when he moved the chairs aside and saw nothing there.

We'd better get going." Caramon glanced around uneasily. "We show up like a jewel in a gypsy dancer's navel.

Ordeals never turn out the way you expect them. Usually when the ones you are expecting finally arrive there is no question of decision at all, and the ordeals of decision turn up on quite other occasions.

We're in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we're in the vanguard of waiting.

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Nunca he escrito, creyendo hacerlo, nunca he amado, creyendo amar, nunca he hecho nada salvo esperar delante de la puerta cerrada.

What could Maria call the time that opened ahead of her? The certainty of her hope? This rejuvenated air she was breathing? This incandescence, this bursting of a love at last without object?

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

It's as if this must be not only what she expects, but also what had to happen especially to her.