Quotes About Anticipation

A blow lasts a minute but is anticipated for months—our passions are like volcanoes: always rumbling but only intermittently erupting.

Frédéric pensait à la chambre qu'il occuperait là-bas, au plan d'un drame, à des sujets de tableaux, à des passions futures. Il trouvait que le bonheur mérité par l'excellence de son âme tardait à venir.

L'angoisse de l'attente faisait désirer la venue de l'ennemi.

L'angoisse de l'attente fait désirer la venue de l'ennemi.

Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.

You have to sit by the river a very long time before a roast duck will fly into your mouth.

The night before the game I think about every pitch he might throw me, and then, after I've seen that pitch once the next day, my picture of that pitch is so strong, if he made any kind of mistake I would do some damage.

Something was creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen and felt and heard.

Without warning, I heard the heavy door behind me creak slowly open upon its rusted hinges.

Our apprehensions were over what we might find, or fail to find, at the end of our journey; for silence continued to answer all calls despatched to the camp.

I can see that spark coming back when he talks about the future.

H]e was still young enough to think that there was something fundamentally inhuman about thinking more than one step ahead at a time.

E isto é na verdade a essência da felicidade: poder esperar ansioso pela chegada do dia de amanhã.

Asta Sollilja slept on, her head in the corner, mouth open, chin up, and head back, with one hand under her ear and the other half-open on the coverlet as if she thought in her sleep that someone would come and lay happiness in her palm.

Sometimes I felt the whole world was converging on this little room. And as I became more intoxicated and frustrated I'd throw open the bedroom window as the dawn came up, and look across the gardens, lawns, greenhouses, sheds and curtained windows. I wanted my life to begin now, at this instant, just when I was ready for it.

Beauty is the promise of happiness . . .

Hubiese querido que mi vida empezara entonces, en aquel preciso instante, cuando estaba preparado para ello

Through remembrance man discovers this twofold "before" of human existence . . . . This is the reason why the return to one's origin (redire ad creatorem) can at the same time be understood as an anticipating reference to one's end.

when a storm was coming on, and they anticipated that a ship might sink, they swam before it, and sang most sweetly of the delight to be found beneath the water, begging the seafarers not to be afraid of coming down below.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

A friend once told Megan that we are always seventeen years old, waiting for our lives to begin. More than ever, clutching to this man, Megan understood that.

I shall drink no wine before its time. Okay, it's time.

The room did not go quiet like something out of an old Western where the sheriff pushes open the creaking door and sashays into the saloon. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe the door needed to creak.

Ash had the gun in his gloved hand. The ski mask was in place. Ash had learned over the years that ski masks don't offer enough peripheral vision, so he'd already made the eye holes a little bigger. He stayed in his squat and waited. To his left, he could see Dee Dee had moved closer to the periphery. He frowned. She should know better and stay back. But that was Dee Dee.