Quotes About Anticipation

It was tangible and real, close enough to allow me to dream of moving back to North Carolina; on the other hand, it unfortunately made time slow down. Isn't that the way it always is when you really want something?

So what he's saying is that the most natural state of being is not a state of being where you're enjoying the thing you're doing, it's when you're hoping for the next thing.

Read anything, as long as you can't wait to pick it up again.

So, as she walked down the stairs into the club, she was looking forward to a seething, teeming, wriggling, wiggling throng of dancers, many of whom she'd recognize: she wanted to see former pupils, local shopkeepers, museum regulars, all of whom would look at her as if to say, Here we are! What kept you?

I didn't say anything. But I could have pointed out that most life-changing says happen without your expecting them. I have spent what seems like half my life expecting the worst. And it never happens. But on the day it does, it will knock me flat on my back anyway.

A couple of times a year I make myself a tape to play in the car, a tape full of all the new songs I've loved over the previous few months, and every time I finish one I can't believe that there'll be another one. Yet there always is, and I can't wait for the next one; you need only a few hundred more things like that, and you've got a life worth living.

Sometimes you can see car crashes from a long way off, if the road is straight and both vehicles are heading towards each other in the same lane.

They were all waiting for a man. Men were going to scoop them up in a net and take them home and put them into an even smaller tank. Not all of them were waiting to find a man, because some of them had already found one, but it didn't stop the waiting. A few were waiting for a man to make up his mind and fewer still, the lucky ones, were waiting for a man who'd already made up his mind to make enough money. Barbara

Sometimes you can see car crashes from a long way off, if the road is straight and both vehicles are heading toward each other in the same lane.

Every morning, I felt a little excitement as I checked my email, as if part of me believed there would be an unread message - with a beautiful, boldfaced title - waiting in my inbox that would bring me great news or inject energy into my humdrum routine, or, in the highest of hopes, change the course of my prosaic life.

Sebastian stretched. Clara stared. She could not help it. He was still in his breeches and shirt and she was riveted by the deliciously tight fit of the buckskins over his thighs. You could avert your eyes, Sebastian said mildly. I could, Clara agreed, but I am not going to. He smiled. Hussy. I know. But I have waited a long time--

I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

Anytime I'm around a male body part it's kind of exciting.

I always secretly looked forward to nothing going as planned. That way, I wasn't limited by my imagination. That way, anything can, and always did, happen.

I always read the last page of a book first so that if I die before I finish I'll know how it turned out.

What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

I always read the last page of a book first so that if I die before I finish I'll know how it turned out. – Nora Ephron

There was nothing like a Saturday - unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.

If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Today should always be outlawed in favor of tomorrow

Fate. You could never anticipate it.

Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield. What are you thinking? About bombs, she answered blandly, deadly camoflaged bombs. She gave him a quick,innocent grin. Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.

You're going to need this, she said, and pulled out a condom. At some point, we're also going to need a defibrillator and a fire extinguisher. Promises, promises.

I can't believe what a state I got myself into over this. Everyone was right. They said it would just happen, and it did. I guess the best things do.