Quotes About Anticipation

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is known.

That will be ere the set of sun.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come (Phebe)

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done

Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man revenue.

Our tears are not yet brewed.

I l'esperança d'una joia és gairebé una joia comparable a la joia de l'esperança atesa.

The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree. Sing all a green willow: Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow; Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

creeping up the hill toward them right now . . . Which was just what he started to do. Nobody

The Stationmaster, sensing something more than just two dogs and a boy, waited in silence.

A politician needs the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn't happen.

I like to live in the past. I don't think people are going to get much fun in the future.

Here was a place where real things were going on. Here was a scene of vital action. Here was a place where anything might happen. Here was a place where something would certainly happen.

Her shadow kept her company along the corridor to her bedroom, preceding her like a welcoming innkeeper.

If we lived for ever, who would look forward eagerly to tomorrow? If there were no darkness, should we so appreciate the sun? Warmth after cold, food after hunger, drink after thirst, sexual love after the absence of sexual love, the fatherly greeting after being away, the comfort and dryness of home after a ride in the rain, the warmth and peace and security of one's fireside after being among enemies. Unless there were contrast there might be satiety. He

ahead in the soft and sighing darkness

He was not discontented, but he was too restless, too preoccupied. Each day led so relentlessly to the next, linked by cause and effect, anticipation and result, preparation and achievement.

He had tried to catch her out, but always she thought ahead of him. Her wits moved quick. The snow leopard was sharper than the black bear.

stopped, gasping at the air. The nail turned