Quotes About Anticipation

I loved the house the way you would any new house, because it is populated by your future.

Is there anything else you need from me? Ranger asked. Not right now. There will come a time, Ranger said. Let me know when. And he disconnected. I opened the freezer and stuck my head in to cool off. If there'd been any more innuendo in that conversation, I could have fried an egg on my forehead.

Stephanie,' Valerie said. 'She's going to have a baby, and she's getting married.' My father was confused. He looked around the room. No Joe. No Ranger. His eyes locked on Diesel. 'Not the psycho,' he said. Diesel blew out a sigh. My father turned to my mother. 'Get me the carving knife. Make sure it's sharp.

Joe I said. It's Stephanie. Does this involve death? Not yet. Does this involve sex? Not yet. I can't imagine why else you'd be calling me.

Turns out, that's how it is with weddings. You just keep getting in deeper and deeper until you want to throw up.

Be still my heart.

The note wasn't signed, but I could tell it was from Morelli by the way my nipples got hard.

I was standing with my back to the door, and I saw Connie's eyes go wide. "Be still my heart," Lula said, looking past me, through the window to the sidewalk. I figured they were looking at either Johnny Depp or Ranger. My money was on Ranger.

Ranger was waiting. He was dressed in black slacks, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and a black blazer.

He'd wait. I turned to go into the house and he pulled me back. His hands slid under my shirt and my breath caught. "The wire

A light rain had started to fall. He pulled my jacket hood up and tucked my hair in. His finger traced a line at my temple, our eyes met, and for a terrifying moment I thought he might kiss me. The moment passed, and Ranger pulled back.

The lights were low, and Ranger was naked and lounging on the bed, waiting for me to return. I did a slow scan of his perfect body.

Okay, so this had all the makings of a cluster fuck, but there was a Dairy Queen Oreo Cheese-Quake Blizzard waiting for me somewhere.

carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. "Five minutes," he said, lacing his shoes.

You never know when Mr. Good Enough is gonna come along. I like to be ready.

If he's as frustrated as I am, he'll be at Rita's," Ranger said.

I'm on my way," Ranger said. "I'm about ten minutes from Quaker Bridge. I'll call when I have her.

Günter killed his light and waited in the pitch-black, straining his ears for the noise to repeat itself.

Well that's disappointing," Grandma Mazur said. "I expected something better from her.

The more is a question mark. It acknowledges the future unknown.

His trips home were handholds for her, so she could swing from one square on the calendar to the next. When he said he was going to come home and didn't, she swung forward and grasped thin air, fell.

Of course I did, I was blank, anyone could fill me in. I waited to see who I would be, what they would create on my delicious vacancy.

I lay on my mattress on the screen porch and waited for him to leave, watching the blue of the evening turn velvet, indigo lingering like an unspoken hope, while my mother and the blond man murmured on the other side of the screens. Incense perfumed the air, a special kind she bought in Little Tokyo, without any sweetness, expensive.

People are lucky and unlucky not according to what they get absolutely, but according to the ratio between what they get and what they have been led to expect.