To know how to eat well, one must first know how to wait.
I’ve longed for kids since I was very, very young. And so. . . I’m waiting to find the right person, someone who’s willing to take on the job.
I never keep boys waiting. It's a hard trial for a boy to wait.
We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.
Seek to learn constantly while you live; do not wait in the faith that old age by itself will bring wisdom.
Girlfriend, if you're waiting for a fairy godmother to show up with a dress and a ride, you're not going to make it to the party.
We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.
Regular temple attendance is one of the simplest ways you can bless those who are waiting in the spirit world. If you live near a temple, partake of the opportunity to go often and regularly.
I will not rule out anything. I don't speculate on my own future. I'll wait and see what happens.
A path to citizenship for those who are here illegally in my view is unfair to those waiting sometimes a decades in line to come here.
Don't wait for perfection before you start. Start somewhere so you can have something tangible you can work to perfect.
Eventually, if you're the train that's leaving the station, people will race to catch up with you. I think that's one of the things I've figured out. You can't wait for permission to act, you just do; then people are like, "Oh, look at that person just doing over there. Maybe I'll come join them. "
Every time the tour guide told a story, he would build it up to the point where he'd say, "And there was Bloody Joe, and his young ghost son walked into the room. " He would build it up, and then it was just "the ghost walked into the room. " And he would say, "Let's move on," and that would be it. It's like, wait, what happened to the bloody ghost? That's it? We knew he was making some of it up.
Only the incompetent wait until the last extremity to use force, and by then, it is usually too late to use anything, even prayer.
It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
I was afraid I was wrong, that you would change your mind any second. I’ve been looking for a suitable alternative, but the truth is …”—Maxon looked me in the eyes again, unwavering—“there’s only you. Maybe I’m not really looking, maybe they aren’t right for me. It doesn’t matter. I just know I want you. And that terrifies me. I’ve been waiting for you to take back the words, to beg to leave.
Take your tent and go for the camping! You are dying in the cities! Thousands of stars, hundreds of birds, tens of flowers are waiting for you to heal you!
I now feel that I have a moral duty to course correct and say wait a minute, it's not just for adults.
I grew up with four T. V. channels. If you missed a show, you missed it. You gotta wait a week for the next one. I'd mail-order books: take a quarter, get an envelope, send off for it and wait until it arrived. I grew up waiting for things.
Behind every closed door might wait a thief of minds and a collector of souls.