#waiting

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. ↗

— Malachy McCourt

#like #other #person #poison #resentment

You know, I wouldn’t have done this a month ago. I wouldn’t have done it then. Then I was avoiding. Now I’m just waiting. Things happen to me. They do. They have to go ahead and happen. You watch – you wait… Things still happen here and something is waiting to happen to me. I can tell. Recently my life feels like a bloodcurdling joke. Recently my life has taken on *form* Something is waiting. I am waiting. Soon, it will stop waiting – any day now. Awful things can happen any time. This is the awful thing. ↗

— Martin Amis

#life

Everybody is waiting for cooler weather--and I am just waiting for you--. (Bob Dylan in a letter) ↗

— Suze Rotolo

#waiting #letters

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing? ↗

— Anne Tyler

#asked #came #child #found #i

For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting. ↗

— Robert Benchley

#amount #around #bustle #enormous #evil

The question that will decide our destiny is not whether we shall expand into space. It is: shall we be one species or a million? A million species will not exhaust the ecological niches that are awaiting the arrival of intelligence. ↗

— Freeman Dyson

#awaiting #decide #destiny #ecological #exhaust

The majority of them give the impression of being men who have been drafted into the job during a period of martial law and are only waiting for the end of the emergency to get back to a really congenial occupation such as slum demolition or debt collecting. ↗

— Alan Brien

#been #being #collecting #congenial #debt

The next visit I paid to Nancy Brown was in the second week in March: for, though I had many spare minutes during the day, I seldom could look upon an hour as entirely my own; since, when everything was left to the caprices of Miss Matilda and her sister, there could be no order or regularity. Whatever occupation I chose, when not actually busied about them or their concerns, I had, as it were, to keep my loins girded, my shoes on my feet, and my staff in my hand; for not to be immediately forthcoming when called for, was regarded as a grave and inexcusable offence: not only by my pupils and their mother, but by the very servant, who came in breathless haste to call me, exclaiming 'You're to go to the school-room directly, mum- the young ladies is WAITING!!' Climax of horror! actually waiting for their governess!!! ↗

— Anne Brontë

#time #waiting #business

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