I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.
A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.
Every year you wait, long ago gets farther away.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
My mother always told me I wouldn't amount to anything because I procrastinate. I said, "Just wait. "
This company looks cheap, that company looks cheap, but the overall economy could completely screw it up. The key is to wait. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to do nothing.
If monarchy is corrupting - and it is - wait till you see what overt empire does to us.
Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.
We don't have to wait until we are old to gather the riches. . . We can gather them every day of our lives.
You can give me detention. Oh, wait, that's right. . . you aren't the boss of me. So I guess you can just bite me. -Dean
bite me. oh wait, you can't from way out there. " - eve
There is a basic lesson on financial crises that governments tend to wait too long, underestimate the risks, want to do too little. And it ultimately gets away from them, and they end up spending more money, causing much more damage to the economy.
Don't wait around for someone else to tell your story. Do it yourself by whatever means necessary.
It's never too late to start. It's always too late to wait.
But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
Those who do not hope cannot wait; but if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.
If our faith can live without God, it is not divinely created. If God had begotten it, it would wait upon Him as the flowers wait upon the dew.
The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice. . . it is a positive attitude we choose to express. It is not a gift delivered to our door each morning, nor does it come through the window. And it is certain that our circumstances are not the things that make us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never laugh again.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
It is this ideal of progress through cumulative effort rather than through genius—progress by organised effort, progress which does not wait for some brilliant stroke, some lucky discovery, or the advent of some superman, has been the chief gift of science to social philosophy.