anticipation

I love clean sheets. It's the simultaneous reminiscence of how they got dirtied to begin with, and hopeful anticipation of what stories they will live to tell next time you are standing fatefully in front of the washing machine.

When you anticipate adversity, you can then plan for adversity. You may never gain control of it, but you can keep it from controlling you.

Ironically, just when she needed to get as much sleep as possible to prepare her for the next few days, her excited anticipation kept her awake long into the night.

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes.

Some part of me can't wait to see what life's going to come up with next! Anticipation without the usual anxiety. And underneath it all is the feeling that we both belong here, just as we are, right now.

The intensity of the love of the upright is not so much to be judged by what it appears as by what the upright long for. It is our daily lament that we cannot love enough.

The best is always worth waiting for. And once you taste it, no other taste will do.

Life can seem like a gloomy wait in the thick of black shadows.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.

The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I__ almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it seemed the only thing I could think of was our reunion. Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater. Anticipation is born of hope. Indeed it is hope__ finest expression. In hope__ loss, however, is the greatest despair.

If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three.

Before you speak... I have already heard. Before you see... I had seen a million times. Before you reach... I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

The thing about stereotyping is it's usually just throwing rocks into a crowd hoping to hit somebody who deserves it.

Cursing will create a hole in a whole Heart.

Best, perhaps to keep one's nickels forever in one's pockets, to savor delicious possibility over mundane experience.

Thrills are much more about anticipation than action. An unfired bullet is more dangerous than one that has already met its target.