Quotes About Anticipation

She was a worst-case scenarist on a grand scale.

The world is black and then, showtime!

She followed obligingly, and I kept waiting for those knicks at my heels.

Problemas sempre começam muito antes de você realmente vê-los.

That's what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn't even happened yet. Yet. I

Oh, here's the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.

Here's some more stuff we're going to need. 1 pair coveralls 1 extension ladder (30 foot) 1 glass cutter 1 artist's portfolio (large) 1 water pistol 1 bottle india ink 1 portable trampoline (collapsible) 1 bicycle w/basket 4 pizza boxes Jonah whistled. I hope you've got some crazy evil-genius strategy, 'cause–straight up–I don't get it.

That was when I started to worry about what was going to happen to me.

I'm not retiring," I tell her. "Sign me up for next year.

Hard experience had taught her that the biggest danger often lay in those factors that could not be prepared for.

What are your thoughts for the upcoming season?

The calendar appears in my mind, that magical date in June circled in gold Sharpie. Only 172 more school days to go.

I waited alone in a cold ante-room. Aides came and went, including General Knox who bestowed on me his fish eye as he went inside.

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible...

A romantic is usually afraid in case reality doesn't come up to expectations.

I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

She was proud of her power of prophecy, though she had not yet lived to see any of her prophecies fulfilled.

The thought of retirement set his nerves twitching and straining: he always prayed that death would come first.

So much of war is sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for somebody else. With no guarantee of the amount of time you have left it doesn't seem worth even starting a train of thought.

When a train pulls into a great city I am reminded of the closing moments of an ouverture.

and sitting there, my fingers on the quiet instrument, with something to look forward to. I thought to myself: I remember. This is what hope feels like.

Have they brought home the haunch?