Quotes About Anticipation

We all thought Tony would be a force to be reckoned with when he grew up and we're still waiting.

Watch tonight's episode. Someone might die.

To handle the fear of loss, we have to look at what purpose the external person or object serves in our life. What emotional need is being fulfilled? What emotions would arise were we to lose the object or the person? Loss can be anticipated, and we can handle the various fears associated with the sense of loss by disassembling the emotional complexes that they represent, and letting go of the individual component feelings.

In my brief glimpse of what is to come I realize how little I care to witness it. I have seen the future and I'm fairly relieved to say, it looks nothing like me.

I wasn't broken, just resting, readying myself for the next big thing.

The iPhone 2 led to the 3, but I didn't get the 4 or 5 because I'm holding out for the 7, which, I've heard on good authority, can also be used as a Taser. This will mean I'll have just one less thing to carry around.

I am optimistic that things will fall into place, and one day I'll be sitting in New York City with correct bus fare in my pocket.

Making it worse, I had to sit through another endless preview for Titanic. Who do they think is going to see that movie?

Every gathering has its moment. As an adult, I distract myself by trying to identify it, dreading the inevitable downsing that is sure to follow.

Listen, you might want to pack a few of your things together before going to bed. The former bishop of Turkey will be coming tonight along with six to eight black men. They might put some candy in your shoes, they might stuff you into a sack and take you to Spain, or they might just pretend to kick you. We don't know for sure, but we want you to be prepared.

Lisa and I groaned, cursing our stupidity. Once again we'd been duped. There was nothing worse than spending an afternoon on a golf course. We knew what was in store for us and understood that the next few hours would pass like days or maybe even weeks. Our watches would yawn, the minute and hour hands joining each other in a series of periodic naps.

As my ticket is ripped I'll briefly consider all the constructive things I could be doing. I think of the parks and the restaurants, of the pleasantries I'll never use on the friends I am failing to make. I think of the great city teeming on the other side of that curtain, and then the lights go down, and I love Paris.

waiting on the other side of sixteen.

I think we've both seen this coming for a long… time. The only question left is… what are we going to do about it? Oh, baby, let's run wild.

Miraba a Bárbara. Ahora tan lejana. Hasta tal punto habíamos retrocedido que yo casi estaba esperando que alguien nos presentara.

You might as well have called them Amygdalum and Amygdalee. He could only hope they didn't do anything really foolish. Too much too hope, of course, that they wouldn't drool.

If you think it's bad now, my friend, wait till we reach a town!' He shook his head and brushed at his tattered, dirty shirtsleeve. 'Do try to remember we're visitors-and not welcome ones-if you should feel moved to reason with anyone.

It's a good thing we don't know when we start out that when we arrive we haven't gone anyplace. What's wrong with success? Kelly asked, exasperated. You just walked out on the biggest hit show on Broadway, something you'd always wanted. Why did you leave? Because, Kelly, I said slowly, nothing, but nothing is half as good as you expect it to be.

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

the worst happens when you least expect it

I was looking forward to having a halo. It would make such a convenient reading lamp.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

Delayed gratification. Yeah, it makes things sweeter. Wait too long, and what was sweet and creamy can turn sour.

As soon as I got close to starting anything, I was beset by questions and hesitations. What I was about to do was so important, so significant, that it always required further consideration. My spontaneity would fizzle. I would put off my oeuvre for another day. Tomorrow at eight thirty I would start, for sure. Meanwhile, in joyful anticipation of this, I would go for a walk and then read.