Quotes About Anticipation

I had to wait for my companion.

There was a quality to the silence like a held breath.

I thought only of the small island flung out somewhere in front of me, and the fair-haired boy I hoped I would find there.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

He watches me. It seems that he is waiting. I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

i could not stop imagining how it would end

Sentí de nuevo esa sensación de puro equilibrio donde el mundo se había detenido y todo estaba a la espera.

Why don't you come up sometime and see me?… Come on up, I'll tell your fortune.

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.

Yeah. And don't worry, this time she won't forget to put film in the camera.

But if I were honest, or if I were at least to bump into the limits of my honesty, I would have to admit that I knew exactly how this love would end from the moment it began. The loss was probably before it was possible.

No more words from the field! Thus begins the slow slide back to my life, back to the plans I drew before the summer became the summer of wanting you

The previous day and the day yet to come hang in a balance, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Did my daughter appear to me a decade and a half before she was born? I like to think so. There she was, looping back through time to brush past a person not yet ready to be her mother--nowhere near ready, if I'm honest--tipping me the wink that she would one day arrive in my life. Readying me, perhaps, for the road ahead, sowing the seeds for all the strength, compassion and resilience required for her existence.

Oh,' she burst out. 'I hate this—I hate it.' 'What?' 'Just—this. I feel as though I'm waiting for something and I'm getting scared it might never come.

She has created this moment – no one else – and yet, now it is happening, she finds that it is entirely at odds with what she desires. What she desires is for him to stay at her side, for his hand to remain in hers. For him to be there, in the house, when she brings this baby into the world. For them to be together.

What is given may be taken away, at any time. Cruelty and devastation wait for you around corners, inside coffers, behind doors: they can leap out at you at any moment, like a thief or brigand. The trick is never to let down your guard.

What she has always dreaded is here. It has come.

Far above in the building, a door slams, muffled voices are heard and there is the sound of feet rapidly descending a staircase. The café seems to listen attentively. The dried glasses on the shelves vibrate against each other, in sympathy with the crashing footsteps. The contracting metal of the cappuccino machine clicks. A drop of water falls from the tap, spreads over the bowl of the sink, then trickles towards the plughole.

They want time to move fast so they can paint their nails a provocative red and wear high heels that crack walnuts and make people jump. He wants time to slow down so he can prolong the enjoyment of walking among them, of being next to this self-contained beauty.

She says: When are we gonna meet? I say: After a year and a war She says: When does the war end? I say: The time we meet

She says: When are we going to meet? I say: After a year and a war She says: When does the war end? I say: When we meet

All the while, Everett felt both the threat of disorder and the steady, thrumming promise of having everything he wanted, all at once.

The future was on the way, and it was as critical as a mother-in-law, expecting everything to be neat and tidy when it arrived.