Quotes About Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

“In our world? Yes.” I clenched my jaw. “Then I’ll wait.” “For what?” “For someone who makes me want to change the rules.” He didn’t laugh. Didn’t argue. Just walked back to the table and poured another glass. “You’ll regret waiting,” he said. “I already regret rushing.”

“Seems like I have still arrived even though how I wanted to walk much slower than that.” Chad interrupted. “No matter how fast or slow you are, you are still going to arrive at the destination you were supposed to be.” Ethan said, “Feeding me up with words of wisdom, huh?” “What I’m saying is,” Chad said as he leaned his head to his steering wheel, “No matter where you are right now, I know you’ll be with me someday, and it won’t matter how long or how fast you arrive at your destination – which is me because I will wait.”

I answer him. Apart from me, who could describe how difficult and disappointing waiting could be. Who could describe how disappointing and tiring waiting could be? But even after waiting for so long, I had never given hope. Even after it was tiring like hell, I had never given up on him. But I don't what has my waiting brought upon me. Whether it has brought me happiness or is it the disappointment that I am not being able to describe at all. "Have you ever waited for someone?" he asks me.

"Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs." Julian watched them. His whole world spun. That man had the VIP pass Julian was dying for. That man could just walk right in. To see his Harper. Raw jealousy, sharp as snake fangs, sank into his heart. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Blood welled from his palms, dripping like scarlet petals onto the perfect white snow. Hours ticked by. Alpha Marcus didn't come out. Julian spotted them laughing together in the lobby. Despair and rage boiled inside him. He was losing his damn mind.

I questioned, raising a quizzical brow, “I can't just let you wait for me. That's not fair to you.” “Oh! But it is,” he held my hand tightly, “You've been through a lot, Ava. More than the average person, and I get that your situation is complicated. You love him, and I love you, and I am willing to wait for however long.” He kissed my hands, “You will love me again. I'm sure of it. You just need time and I’ll give you that. There's no pressure, just take your time, and I'll be here for you, waiting for the day when you're ready to accept me into your heart.”

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

"I am waiting for someone, can you give me an hour. It's not like I can run away." “I have waited 200 years for you, I can wait for an extra hour.” He said, sipping his drink. She nodded and hoped Serena would arrive soon.

I admitted “What a mess…” "Do you think you'll ever be able to do that?" he hugged me even closer "To decide?" "I don't know," I sniffed. "I don't know how long it might take." "That's not a problem for me." I could hear the smile in his voice "No matter how long you need... And no matter how long it takes... I'll wait." "That doesn't seem fair to you. You deserve better than spending your life waiting for me."

He looked at me, his voice calm, and somehow that was more suffocating than any outburst. "And besides, it's only an engagement party. The actual wedding is still a long way off." "There's no reason to rush like this." I looked at him, and suddenly I smiled. "But what if I just want to rush?" Julian's face darkened at once. "You've already waited ten years. What's a few more days?" I said nothing. But he seemed to have finally lost his patience. "Elena, lately you've done nothing but push." "Sometimes I even start to think it isn't me you're in such a hurry for."

--- Journal Entry: Hearts in Waiting He told me he'd wait. And for some reason, those three words undid me more than any grand confession ever could. Lucas didn't vow a rescue mission. He didn't press for a timetable. He just stood beside the truth I wasn't yet able to tell, and chose to stay anyway. Love, real love, doesn't rush. It waits. It listens. And tonight, I finally started to believe I might be worthy of it.