Quotes About Arrival

He is as welcome as the first day in Lent.

All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here.

I heard you were here." A clear voice like ice-melted streams.

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest.

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

When she first came to New York she knew no one. She arrived in a rush, like someone who trips when they enter a room.

No one has arrived. Leave me there as you would leave a myth with any person who sees you until he cries and rushes into himself, afraid of happiness.

Tu étais entré dans ma vie comme arrive l'été, sans prévenir, avec ces éclats de lumière qu'on retrouve au matin.

Then, in the summer of 991, a much larger force arrived from Scandinavia.

before the earliest Saxon settlers had arrived.

As soon as the English bishop stepped off the boat he was seized,

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.

May you have the eyes to see That no visitor arrives without a gift And no guest leaves without a blessing.

Beauty cannot be forced. It alone decides when it will come and sometimes it is the last thing we expect and the very last thing to arrive. Creative artists know this well. Great skill and inspiration set the context or scene where beauty might emerge. But it is not the mind of the artist alone that can determine whether beauty will arrive or not.

rang the doorbell, heard a thump, and

out of the truck: he

Abra was ready ere I called her name. And though I called another, Abra came.

The concentration in my book on Marie Antoinette's childhood and on her family influences. It is surprising how some books actually start with her arrival in France!

His witch had finally arrived. He knew it within his heart and he danced, giddy as a schoolboy on the first day of summer vacation.

Most of us spend a lot of time dreaming of the future, never realizing that a little of it arrives each day.

If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a 'wandering to find home,'' why should we not look forward to the arrival?

Life is like a train journey in which at every next station new passenger board the train and left it when there destination arrive.

Now I know how the river feels, when it reaches the sea and finally finds the place it was always meant to be. Holding fast, home at last, knowing the journey is through. Laying here with you...