Quotes
Quotes about Waiting
She knew the life-long martyrdom,
The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
Who nevermore would come again.
We seemed to see our flag unfurled,
Our champion waiting in his place
For the last battle of the world,
The Armageddon of the race.
These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;--
Under the laurel the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.
At the door of life by the gate of breath,
There are worse things waiting for men than death.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
A man without passion is only a latent force, only a possibility, like a stone waiting for the blow from the iron to give forth sparks.
Its paperback version is a poor but necessary thing, a concession to the pocket, the sickly child of the original. Book can be taken as an acronym standing for Box of the Organized Knowledge. The book called a novel is a box from which characters and events are waiting to emerge at the raising of the lid. It is a solidity, a paperback is a ghost.
The precise date of your dispatch, the precise allotment of paradisal or infernal space awaiting you. Would you diminish the Allknowing by making man free?
There was a crowd lining up outside, waiting to be studio audience. They would see themselves waving to themselves tomorrow, the past waving to the future.
He (James Joyce) is a modern novelist who has equipped our minds with the words and symbols we need in order to understand the contemporary world, and he will still be waiting to help when the fearsome future rolls in
Life was waiting and three meals a day
There was never much point in moral activism in Great Britain, it was always a matter of waiting for the Americans to move. The colonies still worked for the old mother bitch
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting.
The Traveler and His Dog A Traveler about to set out on a journey saw his Dog stand at the door stretching himself. He asked him sharply: Why do you stand there gaping? Everything is ready but you, so come with me instantly. The Dog, wagging his tail, replied: O, master! I am quite ready; it is you for whom I am waiting. The loiterer often blames delay on his more active friend.
Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
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.
The mistakes are all waiting to be made.
Feast of the Annunciation of our Lord to the Virgin Mary Faith is rest, not toil. It is the giving up all the former weary efforts to do or feel something good, in order to induce God to love and pardon; and the calm reception of the truth so long rejected, that God is not waiting for any such inducements, but loves and pardons of His own goodwill, and is showing that goodwill to any sinner who will come to Him on such a footing, casting away his own poor performances or goodnesses, and relying implicitly upon the free love of Him who so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son.
Feast of Edward the Confessor, 1066 Our wills are not ours to be crushed and broken; they are ours to be trained and strengthened. Our affections are not ours to be blighted and crucified; they are ours to be deepened and purified. The rich opportunities of life are not held out to us only to be snatched away by an invisible hand patiently waiting for the hour when the cup is sweetest; they are given to us that we may grow, alike through their rise or their withdrawal. They are real, they are sweet, and they are worthy of our longing for them; we gain nothing by calling them dross, or the world an illusion, or ourselves the victims of deception, or by exalting renunciation as the highest virtue. When these opportunities are denied us, it is a real, not an imaginary, loss which we sustain; and our part is not that of bare renunciation, of simple surrender; our part is to recognize the loss, to bear the pain, and to find a deeper and richer life in doing the will of God.
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
