Quotes About Anticipation

Already he knew the future. He was making it.

Failure to be prepared is a failure to hope.

But to me, right now, this week anyway, Friday is great. Friday is beautiful.

Katie hurries toward whatever confrontation awaits.

He drops the pistol into the right-hand pocket of his raincoat. He is not expecting trouble. Nevertheless, he goes nowhere unarmed. One can never be too careful. Besides, opportunities often arise unexpectedly. In

The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.

pistol holstered, he pulls on his sport coat and drops a spare magazine in one pocket, the radio-wave jammer in another.

The noises on the roof stopped. The six waited. The night seemed to be crouched like a wild thing, studying its prey, timing its attack.

She has been sitting on the step for half an hour when she hears semiautomatic rifle fire in the distance.

They sat side by side, their legs drawn up, arms around their knees, facing west toward the Far East, where Japan lay thousands of miles away in tomorrow afternoon.

hesitates only a moment before opening the door.

He descended the ramp, stopped on the sidewalk, and turned to me. "Man, I'm glad you're back." "I'm not back yet," I said, "but I will be.

Remember, good things come to those who wait.

By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast.... It's beautiful, she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms. Yes, yes... Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside. How long did you say the storm would last? she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison. Reid hesitated. Longer than either of us is going to like, he muttered, looking miserable. Jenna was afraid of that.

Sadie was waiting in

She couldn't wait to peel off the panty hose.

Even before you've gone anywhere, you feel like you've gone somewhere

prepared to

Martha's hands were steady. Her mind was focused. Her heart was starting to race. In an atmosphere charged with great expectations and high emotion, yet underlined with a respectful dose of healthy concern, her spirit trembled with anticipation. With years of experience to guide her, she knew that soon—very, very soon—she would bear witness to life's greatest

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late, start without me. Codeine...bourbon... (Tallulah Bankhead's last coherent words).

It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.

I'd thought something was required of me, but I hadn't wanted to find out what it was.

Beyond my window, a thick layer of snow covered the ledge. I became aware of a hush of anticipation, a tremendous surrounding absence. I got out of bed, dressed in my clothes, and went out to look at the city.

They'd been here twenty seconds, and already nothing was happening.