#wait

I can't wait to work for Rick Kaplan. He's a great producer. I would host an infomercial if he would produce it. ↗

— Tucker Carlson

#host #i #produce #producer #rick

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#waiting #love

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#waiting #love

Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#waiting #love

I don't care how wonderful heaven is, I won't be content waiting thirty years for you. ↗

— Jason F. Wright

#love-heaven #waiting #life

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever. ↗

— Robert Browning

#true-love #waiting-for-true-love #love

No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love. ↗

— Sonia Sanchez

#heaven #love #never #wait #love

So it comes to this: I would have lost her either way. If Cole hadn't reinfected her, I would have lost her in the hospital bed. And now Cole's wolf tozin pumps through her veins, and I lose her to the woods, like I lose everything I love. So here is me, and I am a boy watched--by her parents' suspicious eyes, since they cannot prove that I kidnapped Grace but believe nonetheless--and I am a boy watchful--because Tom Culpeper's bitterness is growing palpable in this tiny town and I will NOT bury Grace's body--and I am a boy waiting--for the heat and the fruitfulness of summer, waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam #waiting #love

I keep waiting, like in the cartoons, for an anvil to drop on my head. ↗

— Angie Harmon

#cartoons #drop #head #i #keep

I sat taller, to suppress my impatience. It was infuriating, this waiting. I was thirty-seven years old. And like a child, an infant, really, I was at the mercy of others. Hour after hour of my life was spent waiting. ↗

— Rosie Sultan

#waiting #life