Quotes About Anticipation

Are you quite certain you won't mind having a virgin on your hands?" Not that she imagined she would remain that way for much longer. The penis pressing against her seemed to say that her time as a virgin was down to mere minutes.

The mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be brought forth.

Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon! Love, rest, and home Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come!

He no sooner saw the woman than he saw the aftermath of her - his marriage proposal and her acceptance, the home they would set up together, the drawn rich silk curtains leaking purple light, the bed sheets billowing like clouds, the wisp of aromatic smoke winding from the chimney - only for every wrack of it - its lattice of crimson roof tiles, its gables and dormer windows, his happiness, his future - to come crashing down on him in the moment of her walking past.

And thinking of her waiting to be found, while he was waiting to find, gave a beautiful symmetry to the love he felt for her.

People who see what's coming have faulty chronology, that is all.

any given moment can suddenly fill you with a sense of elegiac anticipation.

And half of the fun of nearly everything, you know, is thinking about it beforehand, or afterward.

I can't die yet - I haven't seen The Jolson Story !

It/ll be better tomorrow...

It makes tomorrow alright.

We gaan zien. Wij gaan zien. Toch.

As circunstâncias têm menos poder de nos fazer felizes ou infelizes do que se acredita; mas a antecipação das circunstâncias futuras na fantasia têm um poder imenso

I half knew what to expect when I saw the cricket ground in the morning. It was when I started to talk to people working out there, I began to find what I was looking for.

Indeed, and crucially so, the serial form took the control of the novel away from the reader and left him in an imagined space that could not be thought of in terms of the physical space still to be read. At the end of each instalment the reader would contemplate a vacuum, an 'end' which looked forward to a continuing verbal space which he could not measure. He might speculate but he could not know.

Xervish Flydd, to Nish. 'You took your bloody time, Nish. I expected you nine years ago.

He keeps us waiting rather than wishing for him. I feel it a matter of perfect indifference whether he arrives at any moment or not at all." — Lady Harriet Cavendish of George Beau Brummell

As long as you're living in the meantime, you'll never really know what you're missing. And by doing so, your life is just a rehearsal for a performance that never comes.

She tried to summon the sixteen-o'clock dream. She called it the sixteen-o'clock dream because on any other day, she would just be nodding off as the cablecar pulled away

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation--it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him.

Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: 'I'm waiting to win the lottery. I'm waiting to fall in love'. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came.

POETS Day, remember! Fox smiled to himself: Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday. It was all the invitation he needed.

Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.

POETS day," he reminded Siobhan. "Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday," she recited.