Quotes About Anticipation

What is it to know that people will come searching for you? Everything.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

The miraculous happened every day. Sometimes it did not happen. But still, we expected it. Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.

Rob sat out on the curb in front of the motel room and waited for Sistine to come back from using the phone.

Then he strode toward me as if certain I was about to bolt and he must catch me before I did so.

I was afraid this day would never come, she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. I told you love works magic.

If I didn't know the ending of a story, I wouldn't begin. I always write my last lines, my last paragraph first, and then I go back and work towards it. I know where I'm going. I know what my goal is. And how I get there is God's grace.

You never know ahead of time what something is really going to be like.

Corre um boato por ai, que a linda menina que vem hoje, pode ser a rainha que eles estão esperando.

Antes de que ocurra nunca sabes cómo va a ser una cosa realmente.

I had so looked forward to her walking." Maud carried her thirteen-month-old sister a few steps away and put her down on her feet. "Walk to Daddy," Maud said, and the baby threw out her arms and took the few steps across the space to her father's chair.

Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

None of us knows what the next change is going to be, what unexpected opportunity is just around the corner, waiting a few months or a few years to change all the tenor of our lives.

We've been here all along, the world seemed to say, waiting for you. What took you so long to find us? I

I immediately understood that all our training—the rehearsal of thoughts and actions, the merging of individual identities into a coordinated and interdependent force—was done in anticipation of this very moment, to stanch the fundamental impulse to flee from such terror. We smelled that death—perhaps the death of civilization—and we kept moving toward it, thereby becoming something more and less than human.

fetch Lori from the airport. If only his

Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach.

Hide and Seek It's hard not to jump out instead of waiting to be found. It's hard to be alone so long and then hear someone come around. It's like some form of skin's developed in the air that, rather than have torn, you tear.

How is it possible to hate so deeply for deeds not yet done?

That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come.

In the morning when the Sun returns. It's possible for us to hope.

It was a fine feeling indeed to be standing up there like that, with the sound of summer all around one and a light breeze on one's face. And I believe it was then, looking on that view, that I began for the first time to adopt a frame of mind appropriate for the journey before me. For it was then that I felt the first healthy flush of anticipation for the many interesting experiences I know these days ahead hold in store for me.

But I can see him studying his newspaper, breaking off regularly to look up at the passers-by on the pavement outside. From the way he does this, I had thought at first that he was waiting for a companion, but it would seem he wishes merely to greet acquaintances as they pass by.

There was not a soul to be seen, and apart from a hammering noise echoing from somewhere distant, and an occasional coughing in a room to the back of the house, there is still no sound to be heard. The landlady is clearly not yet up and about, suggesting there is little chance of her serving breakfast earlier than her declared time of seven thirty.