Quotes About Anticipation

The wheel spins, the ball bounces, bounces, bounces. Where will it land? Will you get the girl? Will your name be read from stages, the recipient of important prizes? Will your name be remembered? How will it be remembered? Will you be remembered at all? Everything is in the before moment. That's where life is richest, in that moment of possibility and anti- say it, the audience screamed at the screen - pation.

I know that sometimes when you are really worried about something, it ends up not being nearly as bad as you think it will be, and you get to be relieved that you were just being silly, worrying so much over nothing. But sometimes it is just the opposite. It can happen that whatever you are worried about will be even worse than you could have possibly imagined, and you find that you were right to be worried, and even that, maybe, you weren't worried enough.

Y sin embargo todo aquello todavía no era la locura, y si lo era, se estaba apenas anunciando.

She had become unmoored from the present, loose and untethered, her mind rolling back into her memories, rolling forward into the future, anticipating, and then dropping again into this torturous, unbearable present.

And Jaime would say, "I am getting ready for my next beginning.

Planning a few anchor events for a weekend guarantees you pleasure because—even if all goes wrong in the moment—you still will have derived some pleasure from the anticipation.

come from this rule. One night off can change the entire rhythm of the week. If your night off is Tuesday, you feel more tranquil during a rough Monday-night bedtime routine, because you know this mini-vacation is coming up. You manage your energy during the Tuesday workday so that you've got plenty for the evening. You think through potential problems and ways

autobiographical narrative running through our brains, is really three selves. There is the "anticipating self," who looked forward to that ice skating trip, the "experiencing self," who would do it, and the "remembering self" (a concept Nobel Prize–winning psychologist Daniel Kahneman popularized in his research), who would look back fondly on the memory of those kids zipping around on the ice.

Like a child playing at hide-and-seek, I did not move, in case I had been mistaken about being spotted. And childishly I felt both the desire to stay hidden and a thrill of anticipation about being caught. For this face, turned squarely to me, had eyes set directly on mine.

They brought along a young man named Andy who wants very much to see you." She steps aside to let him through. I tuck my hair back behind my ears. Meet his shining gaze and break into a smile. He is so tall.

There are only the three of us and our dark, burgeoning desires I am so afraid of what comes next

She turned at the sound of a horse cantering toward them. If it wasn't Benjamin, they could be in a heap of trouble.

want to know is what lies ahead.

When we talk about an object of desire, we are really talking about a cluster of promises we want someone or something to make to us and make possible for us.

You can be completely sure what might happen next.

Dating is all about the chase. It's fun!

Eve of Darkness is, well, sigh, really damned good. I can't wait for the next installment.

Panties can go. I like the socks, though." Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body. "Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I'd be better off going slowly." "You're really good at this stuff." "Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.

There's silence for a long moment as we all watch him go: then, like air whizzing out of a balloon, we all deflate. No more excitement for us. The hot boy has left the building.

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

I think I will actually miss it a little, this time of pure potential.

Can you come here?' I say. I want to touch him before the pain is upon me, before the pain seals me into a selfish world where only I exist. He comes to me, holds my hands. "So this is it," he says. "In a couple of hours we'll be parents.

Thwack! It sailed through the air and disappeared into the