Quotes About Anticipation

Until one day there will be no more sense in saying: tomorrow.

Always looking toward the next moment, the next month, the next event, rarely allowing myself the privilege of fully participating and embracing the happenings that were right before me for that day.

I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, chin nestled in my hands, to see what God is going to do. With my children. With my husband. With me—a regular, everyday woman choosing to surrender to a life interrupted.

I'm the type of person, you see, who rushes ahead, who often just goes through the motions of any current activity on my way to the next one. My heart and my body haven't always been good about sharing the same space. Instead of relishing each moment, each year, each opportunity, each step on the journey, I'm constantly overeager to get to the next thing, which always looks more enticing that what's currently before me. I'm rarely satisfied in full with

That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.

he knew that one never stood still, even while waiting. That sometimes the sheathed knife could cut the most throats of all.

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

I am sorry to say there will be no wedding today.

Watch. I'm going to make you read the next sentence. THE NEXT SENTENCE.

My first day back was a nonevent. I expected kids to make a big fuss and tell me how sorry they were about my dad and about the accident.

It's bound to be better than my first date! she told him.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

Besides, Shane said I want to see Monica's face when she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.

I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.

Wake me for the massacre, okay? Don't want to miss it.

Damn, there goes my chance for some hot sexy talk.

Shane kissed her one more time, lightly and softly, and fluffed her hair back from her face. "To be continued," he said. "I hate cliff-hangers." "Blame Eve.

She hardly felt the steps down the aisle, though she did feel the weight of all eyes on her as she walked. It was over in what seemed far too little time, and then her dad handed her off to Shane, and her heart almost stopped as his eyes met hers.

Shane and Claire quickly moved to stand back to back. So did Eve and Michael. Among the four of them, they were covering every angle. "Lurking isn't answering," Shane said. "Oliver? Little help?" Instead, one of the shapes stepped forward into the light. Morley. Claire felt relieved, and annoyed. Of course it was Morley. Why had she ever doubted it? He was the champion lurker of all time.

He'd never wanted to know the future. If he didn't know storms were coming, it was easier to enjoy the sunshine.

The engines engaged and started to spin up, and the strangest thing happened: a wave surged inside of me, almost new to me. Anticipation. This felt like running, all right, running away from my past and everything in it. Racing full speed towards the unknown. I was good at running.

That smile tells me he's not done. That we're not done.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?