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Love has no fear, willing to take on anyone. But how much we fear love!

love me it's your play I say

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Many lives are wasted by just waiting for something good to come from the horizon instead of going to the horizon and finding something good over there!

Making excuses as to why you cannot do something based on what you don't have, or what hasn't happened yet, only serves to hold you back even further. WAIT FOR NOTHING & NO-ONE.

Man will wait for anything as long as it takes for things that he desires and definitely sure about. Patience is what it is called as!

Most of us live our lives like toads, sitting perfectly still, under a plantain leaf. We are waiting for a fly to come our way. When it comes out darts the tongue. We nab it. That is all. We eat it.

Miranda waited, then said, 'But what will I do for a whole year?' Neither of them answered her. She supposed the answer was, Get better. The thought of a slow and measured crawl back to health filled her with black sand.

May you wait for God’s own fulfilment of His promises.

Men ought to read the Bible and hear God speak.

No matter how long we wait, God’s promise shall be fulfilled.

My soul has always been here, waiting silently for that fleeting touch, knowing home resides within our timeless desire...

Never keep long and be waiting. Waiters and quitters have just a slight difference but a common end.

Never wake up waiting to hear a command from someone before you make a move; be responsible! Never repeat what made you to waste an hour of yesterday; be accountable!

No matter how long the journey takes, don’t give up. Keep travelling onwards.

No more bells ringing in the middle of the afternoon demolishing the rest of the day. No more waiting for the situation to change.

No more tomorrows. Today is the day.

my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again. No man can give me any word but Wait, The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in; Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt Drag out to their last dregs and I resume On such legs as are left me, in such heart As I can manage, remember to go home, My taste will not have turned insensitive To honey and bread old purity could love.

My love for you is for no reason. I don't need anything from you. I just want you Love is not needing. Love is wanting. I guess, that's why I'm still here waiting

...never act on the impulse of that feeling. If you do, you will cause difficult situations to arise which will take years to untangle. Wait for God's timing and He will do it without any heartache or disappointment.

Never wait until the end of your life to realize you have not live to fully love.

No tomorrow is worth waiting for.

Not that complicated. I think I'm in love with you, Essie. But I also think you're not ready. I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that, so I decided to take it at your speed.

notwithstanding how long the world shall look unconcern to your visions and aspirations in life, never ever stop; it takes just a second for the long sleeping baby to wake up.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of. What are you running from? What are you waiting for?

Oh how time hangs and drags till our aid comes!

Offence is like muddy soil; when trapped underfoot, it resists rapid progress. Don't trap offences under your mind, else you resist change! Jesus said "Shake the soil off your sandals"! What are you waiting for? Shake it off!

On building homes for fallen angels: When I was small - I sought a home, a place to go and rest my bones. Then founded something, of my own, I lived among the restless stones. If seeking leads you back to evil, what good is that, I asked a weevil. He said a home is what you make, it can't be real, if it is fake... And if you wait instead of seek, will you find love, or something bleak? I know (myself) for I have found, a beauty, hidden – in a sound. Waiting is boring. And so is exploring. A smile is sometimes all it takes. And then your whole world simply breaks.

On a passé la moitié de son temps à la recherche d’apparitions qui ne sont pas venues, et l’autre moitié à en faire le deuil.

Om man tittar runt är alla upptagna med något: någon som fumlar med sina händer, någon som försöker på nytt läsa brevet som de har kommit med till den intagne de besöker - vad som helst för att ta sina sinnen från den stora elefanten i rummet. Den stora, feta, rosa elefanten med orden "kommer aldrig komma ut härifrån" klottrat över hela sig. Vi väntar. Vi har väntat. Vi väntar på nyheterna - att det gick bra och allt kommer bli bra. Vi går till hissen, själlöst fram och tillbaka, osäkra på vart vi ska gå för att vi är fast i denna gudsförgätna kub med ett oändligt antal tankar som galopperar runt i huvudet. Kommer jag att ta hand om honom för resten av mitt liv? Kommer han ens att njuta av sitt liv efter detta? Kommer han att leva för att se en annan dag? Snälla Gud, varför kan inte du svara mig? Dessa tankar värker inombords samtidigt som vi vandrar i korridorerna som leder bort från väntrummet, märker de spruckna väggarna, går förbi papperskorgen som är överfylld med kaffekoppar och tepåsar, och igenom den ändlösa långa korridoren med fångar som sitter i sina små gråa celler.

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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 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.

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