Quotes About Anticipation

I am starting to realize what this means, and how sad it would be. I am already feeling some of the sadness now, and it isn't even happening.

But I'll wait for next time. Because I know there will be a next time. I was looking forward to next time the minute I met her. Throughout the night, I've been looking forward to next time, and the time after that, and the time after that. I know this is something.

I am not ready to see what happens next. Because it's possible that nothing will happen, and that might break me.

It's like being ready to pay full price for a top and then learning it's for sale. No - it's like being ready to pay full price for a top and then learning it's free!

i thought i was going to be early, but of course by the time i get near where we're supposed to meet, i'm later than a pregnant girl's period.

Normal people don't have to decide what's worth remembering. You are given a hierarchy, recurring characters, the help of repetition, of anticipation, the firm hold of a long history.

When I saw you today -- I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of the waiitng rushed through me in a second. That's something .... but I don't know if it's certainty.

When a first date really works, it works like this: You feel the thrill of opening to the first page of a book. And you know -instinctively, you know- it's going to be a very long book.

jed talks about the foreseeable future and how little there is that we can foresee.

before I can ask you what's going on, you tell me there's something we need to talk about. This is it, the moment before you tell me the precise thing I don't want to know. Is this the zenith? This last moment of ignorance? Or does it come much later?

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so disappointed that I decided to come home.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain. "It's okay," I tell her. "It's okay to be happy." The tears come to her eyes.

Tomorrow', she says, a little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

Tomorrow. A little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

Normal people don't have to decide what's worth remembering. You are given a hierarchy, recurring characters, the help of repetition, of anticipation, the firm hold of a long history. But I have to decide the importance of each and every memory. I only remember a handful of people, and in order to do that, I have to hold tight, because the only repetition available—the only way I am going to see them again—is if I conjure them in my mind.

Noah se ha convertido en mi «cuánto falta para».

doubt lingers around anticipation like bees hover around flowers. [...] the best antidote for doubt is presence.

If we could feel the things we fear ahead of time, we would be traumatized. So instead we venture out thinking we know how things will feel, but knowing nothing of how things will really feel.

Quando te vi hoje, não sabia que estava te esperando até você aparecer. E então toda aquela espera tomou conta de mim em um segundo.

As much as you obsess about all the things that can go wrong, it is inevitably something you can't imagine that ends up going wrong. Which justifies worrying about everything just to make sure it's all covered.

What was left was sex in the head, as D.H.Lawrence called it. ... Where else would the human subject have sex but in the head? Sexual desire was a play of signifiers, an infinite determent and displacement of anticipated pleasure which the brute coupling of the signifieds temporarily interrupted.

Among all the tactics[to elevate their position in status hierarchies], industriousness proved to be the best predictor of past and anticipated income and promotions. Those who worked harder achieved higher levels of education and higher annual salaries, and they anticipated greater salaries and promotions than those who failed to work hard.

He is, he thinks, almost ready to leave this place behind forever. Almost eager, in fact. Almost.

The audience wants to be piqued, to be misled, to be disappointed at times, so that it can, finally, be fulfilled. The audience therefore needs the second act to end with a question.