Quotes About Anticipation

Like any good optimist, I don't expect the worst to happen. Only, like any optimist worth his salt, I like to go and look as soon as possible afterward jest in case it did.

When folks wants a fellow, it's best to wait till they sends for him, I've found.

I feel better! I feel! I feel!" until he quit that too and said quietly, looking at the familiar wall, the familiar twin door through which he was about to pass, with tragic and passive clairvoyance: "Something is going to happen to me.

Just like folks. Put off as long as she could having to be brave, knowing all the time that sooner or later she would have to be brave once so she could keep on calling herself a dog, and knowing beforehand what was going to happen when she done it.

Fearful of missing anything, he read on, filled with this anticipation which was half terror, of coming upon something which would touch him, not simply touch him but lift him and carry him away.

He had, by now, the look of a man who was waiting for something which had happened long before.

Even in sleep, he was waiting, a little tense like everyone waiting within reach of a telephone, for it to ring. And still, even in sleep, he knew there would be time. Adam, after all, lived for nine hundred thirty years.

My first impulse, when presented with any spanking-new piece of computer hardware, is to imagine how it will look in ten years' time, gathering dust under a card table in a thrift shop.

He gestured for it to sit. The bench vibrated briefly in anticipation, shedding drops of rain. The peripheral sat.

Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren't necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn't make them so.

You had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone else had a chance to read it.

Give the reader what they want, just not the way they expect it.

Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every prior experience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing.

Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every prior experience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing... who can sense revelation in the wind?

You had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone else had a chance to read it. Maybe he figured if he didn't do it, nobody would, or maybe he was just trying to give the reviewers a helping hand; I don't know.

MARIE    (Not sounding exactly cheerful) Mrs. Delaney, I'm expecting a telegram this morning. Would you leave it on my dresser for me when it comes? LOLA Sure, honey. No bad news, I hope. MARIE Oh, no! It's from Bruce. LOLA    (MARIE'S boy friends are one of her liveliest interests) Oh, your boy friend in Cincinnati. Is he coming to see you?

DOC    (Goes into living room) 'Bout time for Fibber McGee and Molly.

He went back into his room to wait for his breakfast; and took up his book which he had been reading the night before, but the minute he touched it, it was solid gold. "I can't read it now," he said, "but of course it is far better to have it gold.

I needed to be alone for whatever would happen. I knew that something would as certainly as if this were a last chapter.

I CHECKED MY WATCH and glanced at the sky, which seemed resistant to morning.

Dig the well before you are thirsty.

Man stands for long time with mouth open before roast duck flies in.

Do not be in a hurry to rush into the pleasures of the world like the young antelope who danced herself lame when the main dance was yet to come.

People say that if you find water rising up to your ankle, that's the time to do something about it, not when it's around your neck.