waiting

The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.

The difference between this waiting period and the wait that I had already been enduring was that I was no longer hoping that he would see me, wishing that he would work, or wondering if he would care. Instead, I knew that he would be at work in my marriage, and that somehow, someway, someday he would be glorified through our sufferings.

so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?""Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

I thought of the girl in the photo in Ronnie's studio, the one on layaway. She was probably waiting for him this very moment, somewhere downtown. Checking the clock, applying lipstick, concentrating herself into an arrow pointed at Ronnie. Doing the various things women did when they had to wait for something they wanted.

Waiting and waiting and waiting... for somebody to reply... but nobody is going to reply.

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!

The thing about waiting is that the longer you wait, the more impatient you become.

The hours are slow in passing as they always are when you are waiting in fear for you know not what: I am reminded of the moments before the coming of a cyclone, when you have barricaded yourself into your dwelling and have nothing else to do but wait. The moments will not pass, the air hangs still and heavy; it is as though time itself has been slowed by the friction of fear.

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

For whom am I waiting? I don't know, at this point in my life there doesn't seem to be anybody that I am really waiting for, hoping for.

In an age of immediacy the idea of waiting sounds hopelessly outdated. But that said, there is something to be said about anticipation...

You are waiting for something good to come; but you know, if the life is also waiting, then nothing will happen, nothing will come!

There__ another story I know. This one doesn__ have any swords or visions. This one is about a boy who found a girl during a terrible time._ __ow did it turn out?_ __ don__ know, but I do know the boy doesn__ regret it. Not a minute. No matter how it turns out. Because he__ been waiting for this girl from the time she was born, and if it takes another thousand years to meet her again, he__ wait again. Whatever it takes.

When you find love you will know. It will be the one thing worth waiting for.

Waiting was sometimes the most proactive thing a person could do.

The seeker might aim to hide too, make sure the person you are waiting for is trustworthy, if not there will be no one looking for you.

For a good ten minutes or so we stand there with the flashlight burning the grave with light. The whole time, I'm trying to guess where and exactly how he died and, more to the point, realizing that poor old Milla's been without him for sixty-years. I can tell. No other man has entered her life. Not the way her Jimmy did. She's been waiting sixty years for Jimmy to come back. And now he has.

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.