All Quotes By Tag: Waiting

“waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come”

“Ich werde stehen und warten.Ich werde müde werden.Ich werde nicht einschlafen.Ich werde sterben.”

“WaitingI am waiting for the special day,when you will say “i will stay”,I am waiting for the night,when you will be there and everything’s right,I am waiting for that magical rain,that will wash away the distance, sepration and pain,I am waiting for a change,when everything will get arranged,I am waiting for a meeting,when i can see you, and my heart can start beating,I am waiting for a fight,after which i can hold you in my arms tight,I am waiting for a blue moon,when we can meet and i hope it will come soon,I am waiting for the special day,when you will say “i will stay”,”

“باب في السماء علّه يُفتح، ودعوات تنتظر إستجابه.”

“To wait means you are constantly straddling two realities – the hoped-for outcome either happening, or not. Yes, or no. Yes, or no. You feel the pull of both possibilities as you wait.”

“Hope crushed is another suicide waiting to happen.”

“If. If. If this all happened! I, F, – he had to hang on to those two little letters, just one tiny two letter word. If. So much hope and dread hung in the balance on those two little blips in the alphabet! A chasm in fact!”

“I will be waiting for you at the end of every blind alley, under the lonely streetlamps of a city that will no longer be ours.When the wind grows colder and the huge piles of settled leaves sit there for a week or two, unshielded from the curious gaze of passersby, I will be waiting for you.I will be waiting for what could have been and for what will never be;For the letters that never arrived, the letters that were never sent, and the letters that will never be written.”

“The man who waits to know everything is the man who never does anything.”

“Always too eager for the future, wePick up bad habits of expectancy.Something is always approaching; every dayTill then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,Sparkling armada of promises draw near.How slow they are! And how much time they waste,Refusing to make haste!Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalksOf disappointment, for, though nothing balksEach big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked,Each rope distinct,Flagged, and the figurehead with golden titsArching our way, it never anchors; it’sNo sooner present than it turns to past.Right to the lastWe think each one will heave to and unloadAll good into our lives, all we are owedFor waiting so devoutly and so long.But we are wrong:Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her backA huge and birdless silence. In her wakeNo waters breed or break.- Next, Please”

“You have to imaginea waiting that is not impatientbecause it is timeless.”

“Keep the faith. The vision is always for the appointed time. Be patient, prayerful and wait for the fulfillment of your visions.”

“It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this “once in a thousand years” has come today.”

“What we are waiting for is not as important as what happens to us while we are waiting. Trust the process.”

“Fear is the glue that keeps you stuck. Faith is the solvent that sets you free.”