Best 3969 quotes in «waiting quotes» category

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

One can wait, for its goal and time; whereas, another may not require that for its prospect; consequently, failure becomes the fate.

One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi and then dialed Munroe again, desperate for her voice, for one ray of light in the darkness, afraid of what he might say if she did answer, afraid of himself and the inner deadening that pointed to a danger far more lethal than any rage he'd felt.

One is in 'Waiting' Even after it's over Grief comes to stay Never up for closure ... There is no escape ever One is always yearning Grief envelops those Left behind in 'waiting' ... ‘Staying stuck’ in pain Hiding deep in the heart 'Let go' ! Yes, but how To make a new start ... One has to live in the Dark blind ‘Black-hole’ Until Light would grace Rekindling a 'Whole' (Page 49)

On my bedside table is a snow globe with a winterscape inside. Church, park bench, girl standing shin-deep in snow. Tip the snow globe over and a blizzard of slow snow falls over church and bench and girl. What is it about snow globes that makes them fascinating and terrifying at once? My heart lurches at the thought of the snow-globe girl waiting endlessly, with only the hope of a new snow blizzard to settle on her mantle when the next person tips her snow-globe world over. Not a gust of breeze may ruffle her skirt, not a bird may perch atop the steeple. The only way out of a snow globe is by shattering the glass dome that is its sky.

On Not Finding You at Home Usually you appear at the front door when you hear my steps on the gravel, but today the door was closed, not a wisp of pale smoke from the chimney. I peered into a window but there was nothing but a table with a comb, some yellow flowers in a glass of water and dark shadows in the corners of the room. I stood for a while under the big tree and listened to the wind and the birds, your wind and your birds, your dark green woods beyong the clearing. This is not what it is like to be you, I realized after a few of your magnificent clouds flew over the rooftop. It is just me thinking about being you. And before I headed back down the hill, I walked in a circle around your house, making an invisible line which you would have to cross before dark.

On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died

Our passing interrupted the road crossing, and the crowd bunched on both sides waited for us to go by as we all waited for the war to go by, thinking we can suspend or postpone living and not knowing that in war the heart grows older than it does in dreams

Our souls are always looking for love, and hearts wait to treasure it.

Our universe is not suitable for waiting. This universe is a ‘we must do something universe,’ it is a ‘we must be serious universe!’ Think fast, think right and implement your thoughts very fast! To survive in this universe, ‘waiting’ must be abolished!

Outside the seasons passed: sun, snow, spring green, October storms . . . was this a vision of my future? When would the shunning hero come, to set the clock if my life in motion again? Would he come some morning, or in the night? In April or December? This year? Next year? I shuddered. No, I wouldn't just sit and wait. I wanted to go out.  Maybe there were new men out there, better men, men who'd just been waiting for me. Somewhere someone is always waiting for someone.

Outdoors next day, I was dizzy from a sense Of being ejected with some violence From vigil in a white and distant spot Where I was numb, into this garden plot Too warm, too close, and not enough like pain.

Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors. And that lover, when you find him or her, will see you and know you – just as you are and just as you should be. And they will say yes. Yes, you. I will go there with you. I have been waiting for this.

Patience is something I can’t wait to have!

Patience is only possible within the time we are able to be patient.

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

Patience is not developed by being forced to wait in long lines or for long periods of time. Patience is a decision: to sit back rather than lean forward, to shift your weight from the balls of your feet to your heels. To settle your thoughts on now, to enjoy the journey, to give something or someone time to grow.

pak sabar adalah suami bu menanti. mr patient is the husband of mrs waiting.

Patience Always Gives You The Best Reward When The Time Is Right....

Patience is not waiting; it is a quality of waiting.

Patience takes away lots of stress, regrets, & sleepless nights knowing that all is well at the end of the day if we just wait a little bit.

People do nothing when they are waiting for something.

Practice patience to get the results but don't be much patient to take actions.

People don't like to wait for words, they want the words to wait for them.

People who always arrive early aren't worth waiting for.

Pray for what you want. Expect your answer in due time. Be strong to wait for the arrival of answer.

People with victim mentality get accustomed to life with an assistance of someone’s mind, waiting for someone to make decisions for him

Please don't waste-away in front of a TV waiting to win a lottery during the precious few hours you are not imprisoned in corporate shackles.

Quit waiting for others to give to you; it is not going to happen.

Q: When is the perfect time? A: Who can say, but probably somewhere between haste and delay - and it's usually most wise to start today.

She looked around her apartment which seemed to be waiting for something. Lana hated that, when the room was a pregnant pause.

Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.

She sighed. “I can’t help it. I worry for you when you lead these patrols. I don’t sleep until you return." His features softened. “Then you don’t dream of me when I’m gone,

She's a kind of flower that takes a long time to bloom and she's waiting for someone who has enough patience to love her until she opens up.

Some people wait for that big breakthrough, while other people WORK for that big breakthrough. Which one are you?

Some prayers have a longer voyage than others, but they return with the richer lading at last, so that the praying soul is a gainer by waiting for an answer.

She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her breath shallow and raspy. Silence seemed to stuff itself in her ears like cotton balls.

She was doing just what it looked like she was doing, lying about, half-awake and half-asleep, passing the time and waiting for something to change. Because it seemed very clear to her, in those first few days, that what she felt was so intolerable that it couldn't possibly last, and if she did nothing to distract herself from it, she'd use it up, and then she'd be able to get up, and move about, and care once again about her duties to her people, about her constitutional obligations to dancing and singing and feasting and praising the movements of the stars. She didn't consider at all--she didn't dare to consider--that the sources of grief inside her might be inexhaustible.

So it comes to this: I would have lost her either way. If Cole hadn't reinfected her, I would have lost her in the hospital bed. And now Cole's wolf tozin pumps through her veins, and I lose her to the woods, like I lose everything I love. So here is me, and I am a boy watched--by her parents' suspicious eyes, since they cannot prove that I kidnapped Grace but believe nonetheless--and I am a boy watchful--because Tom Culpeper's bitterness is growing palpable in this tiny town and I will NOT bury Grace's body--and I am a boy waiting--for the heat and the fruitfulness of summer, waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl.

Some things are worth the wait. A little suspense heightens the pleasure.

sometime am feeling proud to have ma loneliness but, sometime am so feeling lonely.

Sometimes the real action in a conversation takes place in the pauses, when nothing at all is being said.

Sometimes it is not right to wait for the right train. Take any train instead of rotting at the station! In other words, be realistic!

Sometimes there is no time to wait for the sea to calm down! If you have to reach your target, let your voyage start and let the storm be your path!

Sometimes while waiting for God's promises to come to pass, we messed up things and go into so many troubles, but God’s mercy has never failed in bringing us out of them all.

Sometimes the planning and the work is not the most difficult aspect of an endeavor; it’s the waiting—waiting to see if the preparation, the implementation, and the bait, will land a catch—waiting, that time in between the effort and the result, the source of so much hope, frustration, doubt, anxiety, and perhaps, disenchantment. It can try those with even the firmest resolve.

Sometimes you wait for the right time and you run out of time altogether.

So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.

So the criminals win, that's what you're saying? For now they do. But it's a long game, Jamison. And I always play for the long game.

Soon," he said in his letter. They said "soon" to each other often, and "soon" gave their plan the weight of something real.