Quotes About Anticipation

Esperar. Otra vez. ¿Os habéis parado a contar cuánto tiempo perdemos en nuestra vida solo esperando algo?

This morning I prepared the bridal bed. How fresh the sheets smelt, The pillows were plump with anticipation, Like me. We've covered every angle, the mistress and me. I am to smother myself in her sweet perfume And let down my hair – although the colour does not compare. But he will not notice: The lights will be dimmed and the King will be blinded with love.

if you cannot imagine something, you also cannot predict it, nor protect against it.

Often, the very fact that you are worrying about something means that it isn't likely to happen.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

Ojalá pudiera abrazarla y darle las gracias por adelantarse siempre a lo que necesito.

It had given me a bad feeling, though I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared I wasn't going to find him, or scared of just what I might find.

Se necesita un tipo de ingenuidad, o tal vez sólo estupidez, saber cómo terminarán las cosas y todavía esperar lo contrario.

Knowing that something bad is going to happen, whether you want it to or not, to the point that you just want it to happen so you can stop dreading it.

It's the hoping that makes it hurt.

Le plus curieux, c'est que, peu à peu, un autre sentiment a fait surface. Quelque chose comme de la déception. Et je me suis aperçue que, en dépit de tout, j'aurais vraiment aimé aller voir le grand canyon.

Suenan como un centenar de bombas de tiempo esperando por explotar.

When you're on the road, there is awlays the promise of the next stop being better than the last

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parte de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

But now? She didn't know what would happen next month. She didn't even know what would happen next week.

Did you like it? Juilliard?" I ask. "Was it everything you thought it'd be?" "No," she says, and again, I feel this strange sense of victory. Until she elaborates. "It was more." "Oh.

When you're on the road, there is always the promise of the next stop being better than last

If he had such a strong effect on me over the computer, with all those miles and false identities between us, what is he going to do to me in person?

The heaven in which the Christian by anticipation dwells is not the cosmical heaven, it is a thoroughly redemptive heaven, a heaven become what it is through the progressive upbuilding and enrichment pertaining to the age-long work of God in the sphere of redemption.

Which leads me to ask...what exactly are you going to do when we get there?" I thought about it. "Rip Josh's nuggets off and feed them to his hamster?

it made my little heart go pitter patter that he was racing across an ocean to be by my side. That is until he added, "Don't do anything stupid until I get there.

William untucked the covers and stood, making a mental list of everything he'd need for the coming trip. A few blades, serrated and non serrated. A vial of acid. A bone saw. A spiked paddle. A cat-o'-nine-tails. And a bag of Gummy Bears.

He gave her what no one else had ever been able to give. A past to cherish. A present to enjoy. A future to anticipate

Jump. "Not yet." A few more seconds of anticipation, of knowing most of his bones would shatter on contact. He grinned at the thought. The razor-sharp bone shards would cut his injured, swollen organs and those organs would burst like water balloons; his skin would rip from the excess fluid and this time the lifeblood that drained would be his own. Agony, such blissful agony, would consume him. For a little while, anyway.