Quotes About Anticipation

More planning shall give greater possibility of victory while less planning, lesser possibility of victory. So how about those without planning?

It is a doctrine of war not to assume the enemy will not come, but rather to rely on one's readiness to meet him; not to presume that he will not attack, but rather to make one's self invincible.

la norma general de las operaciones militares consiste en no contar con que el enemigo no acuda, sino confiar en tener los medios de enfrentarte a él; no contar con que el adversario no ataque, sino confiar en poseer lo que no puede ser atacado.

Lo que permite al soberano sabio y al buen general, hacer la guerra y conquistar, y lograr cosas más allá del alcance de los hombres, es el conocimiento anticipado que tienen de las cosas. 5.

An outstanding perfection is not in winning every battle, but in defeating an enemy before entering a battle.

A victorious army wins its victories before seeking battle; an army destined to defeat fights in the hope of winning.

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When the enemy presents an opportunity, speedily take advantage of it. Anticipate him in seizing something he values and move in accordance with a date secretly fixed. The doctrine of war is to follow the enemy situation in order to decide on battle. Therefore at first be shy as a maiden. When the enemy gives you an opening be swift as a hare and he will be unable to withstand you.

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

Why are instants of reunion so empty? Perhaps because they are so anticipated, too muffled already at the moment of their coming with every previous imagining to make any mark of their own.They refer backwards, to all the length of time that has refined itself as the prologue to cataclysm, and to all the flawed imaginings themselves, in each of which this moment is strangely dilated, expansive, arrested

You never know how a story ends until you read the last page

Several cast furtive welcoming glances in Jas's direction, pricking her curiosity. Had she not known better, she might have thought they were expecting her. Beela

It was nine-thirty on Christmas Eve. As I crossed the long entrance hall of Monk's Piece on my way from the dining room, where we had just enjoyed the first of the happy, festive meals, toward the drawing room and the fire around which my family were now assembled, I paused and then, as I often do in the course of an evening, went to the front door, opened it and stepped outside.

Be here, be here, be here," he muttered as he pawed through everything. Then he grabbed a square packet in triumph. "Got one." She couldn't help smiling. "Only one?" He grinned. "We'll have to be creative after that.

Couldn't sleep?" he asked as he approached, then stopped by the railing next to her. She shook her head. "I guess I'm too excited about the cattle drive." "It's keeping me up, too, but not from excitement.

He was a man on the sexual edge, and she couldn't wait to push him over.

She'd looked forward

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.

To look at something which is "empty" is still to be looking, still to be seeing something—if only the ghosts of one's own expectations.

I received a letter from a close friend. I did not open it for a week. It lay smoldering on my night table. The envelope bearing the name of a mere acquaintance I tore open eagerly as I came up the stairs, confident that the letter inside would contain nothing that could disturb me or hurt me.

Someone is always at the door, no one is ever there.

Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation! —Jane Austen (1798)

He stopped working and smiled at her. "What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?" "I'm thinking I'd best do something about you soon." "Are you open to suggestions?" Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. "Not of that sort.

Often, the most important part of a conversation was the waiting.