Quotes About Anticipation

When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. By now, a year and a half had passed and folk were almost mad with curiosity.

Ella esta ahora en los bastidores, a punto de salir a escena. Preparemos el escenario para su entrada...

She pulled the cork and sniffed it. "What's in it?" "Sunlight," I said. "And a smile, and a question.

Are you expecting someone to poison you?" he said, somewhat taken aback. "Not really. But it seems to me that if you wait around until you know you need an antidote, it's probably too late to pick one up.

I didn't really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.

But still, I will try. She is in the wings now, waiting for her cue. Let us set the stage for her arrival….

She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

meeting and never even show up for it. Not that that's anything new in my life…." Denna

Olí a pelo quemado y confié en no haber perdido las cejas. No quería pasarme un mes con expresión de sorpresa.

I found what I had wanted most, yet it was not what I expected." He motioned for Chronicler to pick up his pen. "As is often the case when you gain your heart's desire.

as is often the case, especially for children, the anticipation proved much more exciting than the reality.

To my patient fans, for reading the blog and telling me what they really want is an excellent book, even if it takes a little longer.

When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. -Kvothe, The Name of the Wind, Ch. 12

small thaws make great floods, so be twice wary of a slowly changing season.

the thought of his blood on the outside didn't mean he was really afraid of those things. He just didn't want them to happen. To really fear something you have to dwell on it.

So much depends on when you stop a story" .

His lordship has something

When Ted walked in the door, silence fell across the room. The silence must have been especially clumsy, perhaps even hitting its head and losing consciousness, because no one spoke. Instead, everyone watched. It seemed like a scene from an old western, where a gunfighter itching for a shoot-out walks into a saloon. I half expected to see tumbleweeds roll by.

Herc watches the door. Occasionally, it watches him back. They can spend hours before one of them breaks down.

There's nothing to worry about till there's something to worry about.

The water boils over. I turn down the heat, carefully drop the noodles in, and watch the dry block soften and separate. What was once stiff and brittle comes unglued. The curls relax into waves as the noodles depart from one another. I sprinkle in the soup base, and the water browns. My mouth waters as I stir the noodles and wonder how in the world Trent Bedderman might get us some cash. Fast.

No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

I was too curious about the future to look back.

This is what I know - Sam is dead. My brother is dead. My mother is dead. My father is dead. My husband is dead. My cat is dead. My dog, who was dead in 1957, is still dead. Yet still I keep thinking that something wonderful is about to happen. Maybe tomorrow.