Quotes About Anticipation

You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner. Something edible, I hope. Her lips twitched. Absolutely. Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening. The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food. No dinner? But Mary- Are you hungry? She gave an odd flicker of a smile. I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it. Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.

It's the pure excitement of the find combined with the golden possibilities of what-may-be; one of bated breath, thundering heart,damp palms, and trembling limbs; a mixture of excruciating hope and the painfully exquisite fear of disappointment. It's a feeling that only another adventurer can truly understand.

He laughed, and it dawned on him that this was what he was going to miss the most—all the possibility that was Beth and he. The future moments like this, of laughing and loving. Of sharing and touching.

A few brief, paltry kisses after so long apart, it wasn't enough. It was a single sip of water offered to a man dying of thirst. He hungered

One day's too far ahead to plan.

Kate's knees felt shaky as she walked across the parking garage under the Barbizon Hotel. Every atom in her body was vibrating at a different frequency. Her lips felt swollen from Philip's kisses. Her breasts were tender from his mouth. If she closed her eyes, she could summon up the sensations of his tongue roaming up and down her body.

The time was already creeping up on three o'clock. Faith had been awake since three this morning. All she could think about right now was walking through her front door, taking off her bra and reading escalator fatality stories until it was dark enough to go to bed.

Nobody — not even "a musician of the future" — can live upon future products.

I don't really like surprises. Not big ones anyway. Just having a pack of Revels holds enough of a surprise for me.

slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for

There was always a second before the siren started when she was aware of a sound as yet unheard. It was like an echo, or rather the opposite of an echo. An echo came afterwards, but was there a word for what came before?

Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that 'something' was she had no idea.

It would be like a Hardy novel, before it all goes wrong.

Vinny rarely leaves the house so when she does it's an occasion of some importance to her. She spends a lot of time looking forward to a glimpse of the outside world and then, when she returns, even more time complaining about it.

Conscience in most men, is but the anticipation of the opinions of others.

I was as impatient about finding my dream man as I was about everything else I wanted.

Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.

We anticipate a time when the love of truth shall have come up to our love of liberty, and men shall be cordially tolerant and earnest believers both at once.

So that every man lawfully ordained must bring a bow which hath two strings, a title of present right and another to provide for future possibility or chance.

I'm ready to see that new RZA movie [The Man With The Iron Fists] too, it looks kind of Tarantino-ish.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

Why do you wear a mask and hood?" I think everybody will in the near future," was the man in black's reply. "They're terribly comfortable.

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.