Quotes About Anticipation

I'm just waiting for the miracle to come

Dearest Shell, If you let me I'd always keep you 400 miles away and write you pretty poems and letters. . .I'm afraid to live anywhere but in expectation.

But I know she's coming and I know she will look That's the longing and this is the book

Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away

The gardener quickly reached for his spectacles and squinted at the carriage in the distance.

Today I feel like a bride. Fragrant. I am every love song ever played. I am pink confetti. I am the wedding march personified. I am God's best promise, an open sack, waiting to be filled with matrimonially blessed seed. I am hope.

The curtain is going up.

It's better to be prepared for an opportunity and not have one, than to have an opportunity and not be prepared.

As you look at your life look at your goals and dreams, it's better to be prepared for an opportunity not have one than have an opportunity and not be prepared. If you expect to reach your goal prepare yourself now.

He knew what was going to happen next. He'd answer her silly-ass question, take her drunken ass out on the dance floor, and an hour later they'd be doing the horizontal cha-cha. Not bad work if you could get it though, he thought... "How'd I lose my eye?

A watched pot never boils. But it does get paranoid.

Each star had cost an effort. For each there had been planning, watching and anticipation. Each one recalled to me a place, a time, a season. Each one now has a personality. The stars, in short, had become my stars.

He sat without moving while coffee and balloon glasses were set before them.

Well, the reason I called is . . . because he left me a message, and said he was coming back, and that he hoped to see me, a lot.

I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas.

Every day has its own cereal box prize.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

People who have lived through a war know that as it approaches, an at first secret, unacknowledged, elation begins, as if an almost inaudible drum is beating ... an awful, illicit, violent excitement is abroad. Then the elation becomes too strong to be ignored or overlooked: then everyone is possessed by it.

I'm so excited for my son. On Christmas morning I want to see his face, to be there when he opens the gifts. I want the see what my assistants got him for Christmas.

Quentin was thin and tall, though he habitually hunched his shoulders in a vain attempt to brace himself against whatever blow was coming from the heavens, and which would logically hit the tall people first.

It was the strangest thing, but he was looking forward to everything so much, he could hardly stand it. He never would have believed it. He never thought he would. "You know what?" He took Alice's hand. "Let's fly.

God, I hope we don't have to use that," was all he said out loud. "Oh, come on, Quentina. We're not looking for trouble. We just want to be ready if it comes." Josh could hardly contain himself. "Dungeons & Dragons, motherfucker!

It was about damn time something happened.

She was feeling something—a new feeling. Not even a feeling exactly, more like she wasn't feeling a lot of things that she was used to feeling. She wasn't tired, or bored, or frustrated, or wishing she was somewhere else doing something else. All that was cleared away. She still had basically no idea what was going on, but she knew she was free to be herself, right here, right now, in the moment. She couldn't wait to find out what she was going to feel next.