Quotes About Anticipation

February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

I can't wait to see the ballet later,' Rachel giggled. Kirsty put her arm around her best friend and grinned at her. 'Me neither,' she said. 'It's going to be magical!

Look, ten or two hundred and

It was like sitting in a silent room waiting for someone very important someone for whom you have been waiting a long while and then suddenly hearing a knock on the door. For just a minute you hesitate wondering who it might be and what does he want and why did he come. For just a second you're scared because although you've waited for years you really never expected the knock.

He couldn't see her face of course but he knew she was smiling.

Somewhere it is being prepared.Somewhere deep in the heart of Germany the shell is being made.Some German girl is polishing it right now polishing it and cleaning it and fitting the charge into it. It glistens in the factory light and it has a number and the number is mine. I have a date with the shell. We shall meet soon.

It will come with a rush and a roar and a shudder. It will come howling and laughing and shrieking and moaning. It will come so fast you can't help yourself you will stretch out your arms to embrace it. You will feel it before it comes and you will tense yourself for acceptance and the earth which is your eternal bed will tremble at the moment of your union.

From now on I will live in a state of joyous expectation.

Normally Halloween was like Christmas for me. I would anticipate it for weeks, decorating myself and the house, as well as strolling around the neighborhood, admiring everyone else's decorations. Nothing lifts my spirit like a scarecrow in the front yard.

Good things are always coming; sometimes we just forget it.

Christmas Day itself is always bittersweet, because it's the last day of that beautiful magick that's been building up like a tidal wave for the past month. In just a week it will be hard to even remember what it's like. I'll be brokenhearted at the thought of it being gone again for an entire year.

Can you believe it's been over seventeen years since I've touched snow? Since I've heard that soft, comforting sound it makes as it crunches beneath your boots? It won't be much longer. I can feel it in my bones. Soon I'll have snow again. I'll stand in it and look up at the stars until I can no longer feel my feet.

He realized that, despite the dangers and alarms of the day, waiting was perhaps the worst thing of all.

I think someone's about to have a really bad chair day.

Hope waits but does not sit. It strains with eager anticipation to see what may be coming on the horizon. Hope does not pacify; it does not make us docile and mediocre. Instead, it draws us to greater risk and perseverance

Hope is not mere optimism; rather, it is moving forward in anticipation of redemption in spite of the improbability of rescue.

What a snoozefest! He went on like that for about a million hundred hours. I had no idea what he was talking about. My shirt was itchy. My tie was choking me. I thought I was gonna die. All I could think about was when Mayor Hubble would stop talking so we could go eat some Peeps.

We were on pins and needles.

Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But you have to read the next chapter. So nah-nah-nah boo-boo on you.

Three months is 12 weeks. That's 12 whole weeks with no Andrea! I got a calculator for Christmas, and I figured it out. Twelve weeks times 7 days in a week is 84 days. That's 84 days with no Andrea! And 84 days times 24 hours in a day is 2,016 hours. That's 2,016 hours with no Andrea! And 2,016 hours times 60 minutes in an hour is 120,960 minutes. That's 120,960 minutes with no Andrea! And 120,960 minutes times 60 seconds in a minute is 7,257,600 seconds.

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

But it won't be

Did you eat a lot of bonbons recently?" "No," Mrs. Daisy said, "I gave almost all of them away." "Then how did you get so fat?" I asked. "Because…" "Because we're going to have a baby!" said Mr. Macky.