Quotes About Anticipation

and where there was greed there was hope.

I was giddy feeling his first kicks and I spoke to him every moment, as I crushed my herbs, as I cut clothes for his body, wove his cradle out of rushes. I imagined him walking beside me, the child and boy and man that he would be.

where there was greed there was hope.

I talked with Junior Allen. He didn't have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail. I gently and indirectly advanced the idea of my coming along, and he firmly closed the door. He got up and sprang nimbly onto the dock, snapped the weak dock light on, checked his lines, adjusted a fender and came aboard again, restless.

The sun was visible from Florida, but it hadn't gotten to me.

I heard his hasty footsteps on the dock. I kept my head down. I heard the thump and felt it as he leaped down into the cockpit. I heard his grunt of consternation. He would have to find out, and find out quickly.

He guessed he had better face up to it and admit, watching the shabby rowboat approach the bank, that she was just too darn close to that picture he had been carting around in his head, of a girl he had never met, of a girl made up of bits and pieces of other girls known wisely and not too well.

always making sure I was present when anything was going on. I feared that if I missed any opportunity, the magic would come while I was not there and I would miss it forever.

For the followers of Jesus, the real finish line is either the return of Jesus or our homecoming to him.

The Feast of Trumpets anticipates the future regathering of Israel (vv. 23–25).

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.

Beware of the waiting room. He closed the door at once, as if he had rehearsed that moment. I opened it quickly, and leaned out to call after him, The what? He turned, but only to give a sharp wave, the Trafalgar Square crowd swallowed him up. I couldn't get the smile on his face out of my mind, it secreted an omission. Something he'd saved up, a mysterious last word. Waiting room. Waiting room. Waiting room. It went round in my head all that evening.

Jamás he sentido, tanto como aquí, en este calabozo, el misterio del futuro. ¿Que ocurrirá...? ¿Qué ocurrirá?

I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you.

For her, the holidays began in late October and steadily gathered momentum until the big bang, a ten-hour marathon on Christmas Day with four meals and a packed house.

I figured you were missing me.

He couldn't wait to get to school.

With practice, most unpleasant tasks become bearable, and Inez Graney had learned to look forward to the visits.

of the top lid opens slowly. Mercifully, there is no dead baby inside. Far from it. Vanessa pauses to study the collection of small wooden cigar boxes all sealed with a band of silver duct tape and for the most part stacked in rows. Sweat is dripping from her eyebrows and she tries to swipe at it with a forearm. Carefully

I didn't know what I expected. But the smell of fresh paint make me nauseous.

His book, The Dreams of Ada, was published by Viking in April 1987 and was greatly anticipated by the town.

took out a notepad, and seemed ready to pounce on everything laid on the table. Half an hour later

Early that morning, she had written to her mother to say she was so excited