Best 3969 quotes in «waiting quotes» category

The waiting means one gambles every minute of its life.

...the waiting was torture, the worst Ka had ever known. It was this pain, this deadly wait, he now remembered, that had made him afraid to fall in love.

The way a love letter longs to be read I long for you. The way the poor Kane longs for his sled I long for you. The way the moon longs for the dark of night I long for you. The way a nestling bird longs for flight I long for you. I am blessed and I am cursed. I have waited for so long. I need you to come to me. And remind me of who I was once.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

The world is filled with so many beautiful people after all and who am I to think that you will hold on, hold on to me, because who am I and what are we?

They are waiting for us again. My youngest lad and me. The crows around the floodlights. The dogs around the gates. They are waiting for us because we are late again. My youngest lad and me.

This generation must spend less time waiting for manna from heaven, but spend more time in the fields building and producing

This is torture, torture, torture. Why is this so hard?? I survived whole days not talking to you before. What happened??? I'm not as nice in the world today. I am scowly. I am trying to be good and not fussy, but frankly, this is less fun. And I am getting grumpy about the prospect of many, many more days like this ahead.

This is what I have. The dull hangover of waiting, the blush of my heart on the damp grass, the flower-faced moon. A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.

This life of ours can feel an awful lot like waiting.

This time, though, he was waiting for a reason. The process itself might be mind-crushingly boring, but if he stuck it out, the end result would hopefully be worth it.

Three creaks. She stepped three times. What is the meaning of it? Three creaks, three weeks? If she comes back for her shoes in three days, then I only need to empty them another three times. If it really is three weeks that were meant, what then. If three months, what then. Three years. That's why I had to write it down now. By then I may no longer believe I heard anything in Miri's room.

Tides do what tides do–they turn.

Time felt slower when we do nothing but wait.

Time doesn't stop. Your life doesn't stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.

Time doesn't wait for anyone, but you always have to wait for time.

time is the best teacher; patience is the best lesson

Time passed at an accelerated pace. They could be sitting in traffic or talking on the phone or waiting in line for a movie, and their time felt precious, important, worthwhile.

Time neither flies nor sleeps. It is flexible, plastic, ever changing. Spend two hours watching a movie curled up with your lover and time ceases to exist. Spend two hours waiting for your lover to come and time is the iron bars of a prison

Time waits for no man" but no man dares not wait for "his Time." "Love is patient" but Time is not, yet it takes Time to find Love. Love they say, is blind. Because it "covers a multitude of sins?" To Love we should unwind, tell me when was the last Time. Love is steep; in no Time you fall in it. Time is free, howbeit, a sacrifice to spend with Love. The more Love fills the heart, the Less Time to mind... Yet, the same Time heals the heart when Love breaks it. Yay, the friendly enmity between Time and Love. Embrace it, only if you can!

Time waits for no one so you shouldn't either. Do whatever it is that you can do RIGHT NOW that requires no external approval, acceptance or permission and is aligned with your life purpose. ....Haven't discovered your life purpose yet? No problem! Do what you love that is effortless, creative and helps others along the way. (That's one in the same thing after all. )

To understand the life better, find a corner and wait there! You will then see that all sorts of things and events will suddenly appear at the corner, as it happens in life!

To be in a long-term state of limbo, not knowing the outcome or length of time waiting, is utterly, shatteringly exhausting.

Today and tomorrow is an illusion, days are all joined together, and if you are waiting for your time, you are wasting your time.

To forget would mean the things we never knew had never waited to be known, never waited to be forgotten, had never been; waiting beneath the long dead stars in time. . .

To wait means you are constantly straddling two realities - the hoped-for outcome either happening, or not. Yes, or no. Yes, or no. You feel the pull of both possibilities as you wait.

True love takes time to find, but once it's found, the rest is eternal.

To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power, "age-old pastime of humanity".

Um..." I mumbled, "We wait." "What? Wait? Do you expect them to just come up here to the beach to get some moonlight?" He sneered as he took another bite of the eagle.

Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming. When nothing is certain, anything is possible

Trust the almighty. He'll open up the right door at the right time

Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation. I keep the subject constantly before me and wait 'til the first dawnings open slowly, by little and little, into a full and clear light.

VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!

Välillä tuntuu kuin vain odottaisin. Kuljen täällä, asun täällä odottaen jotain. Mutta minulla ei ole aavistustakaan, mitä se jokin on. Erityisen selväksi tämä tulee, kun lasken päiviä seuravaan viikon alkuun kuin odottaisin sitä. En kuitenkin odota mitään erityistä. En päivää jona tapahtuisi jotain, ei muutosta näköpiirissä.

V has finally learned that sitting calm within herself and waiting is often the best choice. And even when it's not, those around you become uncomfortable because they think you are wise.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

Waiting for someone has these stages; Enthusiastic, eager Confusion, worry Happy or disheartened.

Waiting for a late friend. Waiting in line at the movies. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the mail. Waiting at the checkout counter. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the train. Waiting for the plane. Waiting in a darkened theater. Waiting in a foreign country. Waiting to give birth. Waiting for sluggish minors. Waiting for elderly parents. Waiting for something to go wrong. Waiting at the doctor’s office. The waiting of chronic illness. Eroded public services waiting. Waiting for the Messiah. Wait list waiting. The hoping and waiting, the waiting and hoping. The waiting of childhood. The waiting to grow up. The waiting of old age. Waiting to recover. Waiting for another stroke. Waiting for the body to let go. Waiting for inspiration. Letting-the-field-lie-fallow waiting. The thinking-of-nothing and thinking-of-everything waiting. Waiting just as the storm ends. Waiting for the sun.

Waiting for ‘real life’ to begin when you’re ‘ready’ means you’ll never be ready for real life because real life never happens when you’re ready.⁣⁣

Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become interesting. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again; their memories are what give them the need for other hands. The desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled; the need for the new love is faithfulness to the old. Wait. Don’t go too early. You’re tired. But everyone’s tired. But no one is tired enough. Only wait a little and listen: music of hair, music of pain, music of looms weaving our loves again. Be there to hear it, it will be the only time, most of all to hear your whole existence, rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Waiting accentuates our helplessness, ant that is what God seems committed to revealing. Only when we know ourselves to be helpless do we fully experience his grace and glory. We have to wait for it.

Waiting is painful, testing and arduous. It makes us restless, but finally, when it rains after months of blazing heat, the feeling is too miraculous to capture in words.

Waiting never makes things easier or less troublesome.

Waiting or pausing takes enormous skill and practice. However it is a skill that for you has become an essential way of being in the world without being so overwhelmed by it. Viktor Frankl, the Austrian psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor, went even further when he famously said, 'Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response likes our growth and our freedom.' Waiting in the Light enables you to create a space for grace.

Waiting silently is the hardest thing of all. I was dying to talk to Jim and about Jim. But the things that we feel most deeply we ought to learn to be silent about, at least until we have talked them over thoroughly with God.

Waiting I am waiting for the special day, when you will say "i will stay", I am waiting for the night, when you will be there and everything's right, I am waiting for that magical rain, that will wash away the distance, sepration and pain, I am waiting for a change, when everything will get arranged, I am waiting for a meeting, when i can see you, and my heart can start beating, I am waiting for a fight, after which i can hold you in my arms tight, I am waiting for a blue moon, when we can meet and i hope it will come soon, I am waiting for the special day, when you will say "i will stay

Waiting insistently in front of a tightly closed door is unfair to all of the open doors! Give a chance to the open doors!

Waiting is a form of passive persistence.

Waiting's exhausting.

Waiting to start is an insult to the world.