Quotes About Anticipation

But to look back all the time is boring. Excitement lies in tomorrow.

Fear is nothing but anticipation of pain, be it physical,emotional,spiritual, or mental

Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.

Before he sat down, my internal heat-seekers sensed what was coming my way: deep blue eyes that melted girls like Velveeta in a microwave. I tried to resist those microwave eyes, but sometimes there's no defense against them. I had a feeling I'd be seeing him weeping over my coffin later that night.

The whole summer stretched out before us, long, hot, endless. September flashed like a tiny red warning light in the distance, but if I squinted, I could ignore it. I decided to squint for a while. 'It's going to be wonderful,' I said.

Before he sat down, my internal heat-seekers sensed what was coming my way:deep blue eyes that melted girls like Velveeta in a microwave.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way.

The day will come, brothers and sisters, when we will have other books of scripture which will emerge to accompany the Holy Bible and the Book of Mormon and the Doctrine and Covenants and the Pearl of Great Price. Presently you and I carry our scriptures around in a "quad"; the day will come when you'll need a little red wagon.

Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment—that which they cannot anticipate.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Marcel Proust wrote that "what we call our future is the shadow that our past projects in front of us.

I walked with them, as crowds have that effect on me, I want to do what they do, to journey towards some point of revelation, which of course never comes

Sports is the only entertainment where, no matter how many times you go back, you never know the ending.

This was it, his life of crime and recreation about to officially start.

One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not happen.

He nodded for us to rise. I tried to catch his eye, but he was not even looking in our direction. His eyes were focused on the middle distance. His face was very pale, and he was breathing heavily. We looked at each other and seemed to know: it would be death, otherwise why was this normally calm man so nervous? And then he began to speak.

I am really looking forward to driving another of my father?s car at the show in Rotterdam.

For the next hour and a half we did the "Baxter Hurry Scurry," and at two minutes to ten we hustled up the stairs of

Before us go the results of all that seemingly is behind. Not gone is the last moment—but oncoming.

It is a dolorous fact that a meal, months in the dreaming, weeks in the planning and days in the preparation, is eaten in minutes.

some things, most things in my experience, are more vivid when you haven't seen them

can see the way she's hoping so hard that this might be the time, this might be Help Coming. She's hoping and trying not to hope at the same time. And that's the saddest thing. Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it's definitely a Thing with Claws.

Let's not see each other until we are in the next place.