Quotes About Anticipation

Try not to look like that, Ascher said under breath, after we were in the elevator. Like what? I asked. Like you're expecting ninjas to leap out of the trash cans. This is a party. Everyone knows there's no such things as ninjas, I scoffed. But it will be something. Count on it.

I pressed past the outer branches of the lilacs and found a small and relatively open space in the middle. Then I waited.

You can't fix tomorrow until it gets here." "Which is weird, because you can screw it up from decades away.

I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.

One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight - Gard

You can't fix tomorrow until it gets here.

You can't fix tomorrow until it gets here." "Which is weird, because you can screw it up from decades away.

My heart suddenly overflowed with excitement, my thoughts with hope, confidence, and eager anticipation, and if I had a personal soundtrack to my life it would have been playing Ode to Joy while a stadium of Harry fans did the wave.

There's no way to know what's going to happen, Folly. But we'll blood well be on our feet when it does.

Watch out, he's loose!" I screamed to a nearby suit, reeling back toward him and fighting to keep the sudden grin off my face. "He'll tear us all apart!

Roxanne and Clark Loper were homeward bound.

I admired the way she was staying a single step in front of her madness in the way that so many of us do by merely watching the clock where each tick brings us safely over the lip of the future, our madness a split second behind us.

It's—it's always lightest j-just before the dark.

We cannot know the mystery of the future.

It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning.

I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen.

Someday it all comes.

Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.

the sails would fill, and the ship might

I could picture him gray and gaunt, looking out from an armchair, braving the worst. I knew how he'd be; I knew him. He'd be glad to see me by then, more than glad. I could feel myself wishing it were that time now.

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

Instead she wants to know every detail of the menu I have planned for her party, relishing everything in advance. She is brimming with suggestions. Brandade trufée, vol-au-vents aux trois champignons , cooked in wine and cream with wild chanterelles as a garnish, grilled langoustines with arugula salad, five different types of chocolate cake, all her favorites, homemade chocolate ice cream...

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you're afraid for the next moment, because it couldn't possibly be quite as good? That's what it felt like.