Quotes About Anticipation

School is a joke. But go along with it, because you are very near to the punchline.

The time ahead of you is like the land beyond the ice. You can guess what it could be like but you can never know. All you know is the moment you are in.

Marcelo took a sharp intake of breath, as if the next question was something he had to swim under.

And then he - Tchaikovsky - turned towards the little lectern that was on the stage, picked up his baton and held it in the air. He paused a moment. It was like watching an old wizard with a wand, summoning the energy needed to cast the spell. The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilised and modern. It felt refined and tantalising all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

This is so often the way with life. You spend so much time waiting for something – a person, a feeling, a piece of information – that you can't quite absorb it when it is in front of you.

She didn't even need a large house and the perfect family. She just needed potential. And she was nothing if not potential.

Where would you be curious or feel suspense about what's going to happen next? Add pauses in those places to hike up the intensity.

He recognized the perverse mix of anger and glee in his father's voice and knew that something he enjoyed was about to be irrevocably spoiled.

Don't fret, dreamy spinning ones with water falling from your faces. It's us you're waiting for and we're coming.

Waiting from heaven for the spark to fall.

Come, Lord Jesus, put an end to this state of sin, sorrow, and temptation;

He will come quickly; let this word be always sounding in our ear

What they don't realize is that sequels are bound to disappoint those who have waited for them.

Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.

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In depression, all that is happening in the present is the anticipation of pain in the future, and the present qua present no longer exists at all.

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star

She smiled up at him, reveling in the promise of love and life and a future that looked brighter than any she could have dreamed of. "Let me get my purse.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

How was she to endure knowing he was in town these next two weeks, without throwing herself into his arms again? She would hide in her home and not come out until the day of the wedding. Yes, that was the only solution.

She forced herself to hold his gaze. Why couldn't she stop caring? Why did her belly still flutter with anticipation at his presence? Clint took a step toward her. "Are you certain about this, Mattie?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

Attendre, c'était attendre l'occasion. Et l'occasion ne venait qu'à l'instant dérobé à l'attente, l'instant où il n'est plus question d'attendre.

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Waiting is the awaiting of presence that is not given in waiting, presence that is led, however, to the simple play of presence by wait­ing that withdraws from presence everything that is present it.