Novel & Cerita Quotes About Waiting For Him

What if waiting wastes time? What if faith turns into regret? Those questions don’t come from doubt in him. They come from doubt in timing. And timing is the one thing we can’t control. One afternoon, we sit across from each other at the table, untouched mugs growing cold between us. We’re both thinking the same thing—I can tell—but neither of us wants to rush the words. Finally, he says, “I don’t want waiting to make us resentful.” The honesty of that startles me.

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and at that moment, I made a mental note to read more poems of him & narrate them to Shayla sometime. And then she launched into a full blown speech about her culture, about her ancestral norms & everything. It was really hard to concentrate on everything she was saying when my whole attention was fixed on the way her eyes were twinkling when she was passionately talking about her culture. "What did the quote mean, anyway?" She smiled shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear,"I have been waiting for you – for eras & eras, for days & nights." "You were waiting for me?"

Pours water. He stands on the other side of the island. He waits. This is one of the things I have learned about him that he has a specific quality of waiting that is different from silence. Silence can be absence. His waiting is presence. He is entirely here, entirely attentive, and entirely willing to give me whatever time I need before I speak. "He mentions Margaret ," I say. "I know. You told me this morning." "He says he hopes she has.m.whatever that thing is. That he thinks she will." I look at the letter. "He doesn't name it. The thing."

“And maybe, if you’re patient a little longer, you could be more.” “I’ve waited years. I can wait a little longer.” He touched my face gently. “But Serena? I’m going to keep showing up. Keep bringing you flowers. Keep being here. Because you’re worth waiting for.” “Even though I’m a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a masterpiece in progress.” He gestured to the venue. “Like everything you create. Beautiful because of the journey, not despite it.” Clara appeared with more champagne. “Am I interrupting?”

With a clear mind. With a heart aflame. And he thought: I’m not going to rush her… but I’m not going to wait too long either. Because there are loves that don’t wait forever… …but they do deserve the truth. And Milagros was his story.

"Because I sort of expect you to be furious with me." "True. I am a little furious with you." I wrap both hands around the mug, steadying myself. "I've spent my whole life being told to wait for things. I'm good at it. That doesn't mean I enjoy it." Something almost like a smile ghosts across his face, gone as fast as it appears. "No. I don't imagine you do." "So how long is this version of waiting." "I don't know yet." He says it honestly, which is somehow worse than a clean answer would have been. "I know it ends before you're tired of asking. That's the only promise I've got this morning."

I said quietly, to Adam, to the garden, to all of it. "For what?" "For not giving up. Even when I made it hard. Even when I made you wait." He pulled me close, his forehead resting against mine, the string lights swaying gently overhead in the warm June air. "I would have waited forever," he said. "I would have waited the rest of my life if that's what it took. You were always worth waiting for, Jules. Every single day of it."

“Because of me. Because he told the truth about us.” “Then we wait. And we hope they’re smart enough to see what he’s worth.” We sit in the coffee shop parking lot. My phone silent. The minutes ticking by like hours. Waiting to see if love is enough. Or if truth just destroyed everything.

"Grief doesn't come with a manual, and you don't owe anyone a fast recovery, least of all yourself. Take whatever time you need. I'm not going anywhere in the meantime." "You keep saying that." "I keep meaning it." He pulled up outside the narrow building above the shuttered pharmacy, cut the engine, and turned to face her fully. "Seven years taught me exactly one thing worth knowing, Elena. Waiting isn't wasted time when it's spent on someone worth waiting for. I'll wait as long as this takes. However slow, however messy, however many hard conversations we have to keep having along the way."

I never imagined that these words can come out of his mouth. "I know you are not ready and I will wait till you are . My wife I respect your decisions and can wait for you . Now at least I have someone who will wait for me and welcome me after a long and tiring day . Who will be with me no matter what . Whome with I can have my family and can spend my life with." His words throw me from a hill . It's like I slipped and never landed. I wasn't able to say anything and so I didn't.