Quotes About Anticipation

The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

Let the cold water run. It's gotta warm up eventually. Right?

I stopped going out. Nothing could distract me. I felt like I was losing control. Something terrible was going to happen. Eventually something terrible did happen.

especially when you're the one pursued by the inevitable ending.

The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

When you wait you start feeling deserved.

A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.

For now, the idea was enough. It was indestructible. Transforming it into reality, well, that was something else altogether. For now, though, let's let him enjoy it. We'll give him seven months. Then we come for him. And oh, how we come.

She waited for the suffocation of sleep.

Supongo que lo que espero es la vida que vendrá más allá de estas páginas.

Because deep down you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.

The question is, what color will everything be at the moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

Orada duruyor, birinin bir ?eyler yapmas?n? bekliyordum ama sonunda bekledi?im ki?inin kendim oldu?unu anlam??t?m.

and shivered like the future.

The bombs were coming - and so was I.

It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This

A crackling sound prompted her to think that the fire had already begun. It hadn't the noise was kinetic humans, flowing, charging up.