Novel & Cerita Quotes About Waiting For Him

I suppressed the ache in my chest and texted Matthew. [Today is Tyler’s birthday. Are you free tonight?] Across the hall, I saw him check his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down without a change in expression. As I looked at the unanswered message, I laughed bitterly at myself. I thought, ‘Whitney, get a grip. ‘You should’ve known he would never love you. What were you even expecting?’ I put my phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and walked away.

I was no different, I wanted to say it as well, more than I could ever imagine. “Grace… I’ll be waiting for you at our happy place, please come to me at twelve o’clock, I’ll take it as a yes if you do.” he fixed his clothes and left glancing at me with ambiguity. I’ll doubt myself as well, if I were you. That scared look in his eyes, like he’ll lose his everything if I don’t come, it ruined me. How quickly he went from happy to sad just because waiting is for forever, you’ll wait not knowing when that person will come. You’ll wait without that person being aware of it. You’ll wait, just like me.

“Why. Me? Why. This? Why. Wait?” Noah smiled. Soft. Real. Beautiful. “Because. You’re. Worth. Waiting. For. Worth. Everything. Worth. Forever. If. That’s. What. It. Takes.” Lora couldn’t. Speak. Throat. Too. Tight. Heart. Too. Full. Everything. Too. Much.

Weathering losses. Being there. Consistently. Reliably. Without expectation or demand. Waiting while I focused on everything else. Everyone else. Never pushing. Never leaving. Just waiting. "You've been patient," I said. "Yes." "For years. While I dealt with Claire. With Liam. With my family. With everything." "Yes." "Why?" "Because you're worth waiting for." He said it simply. Like it was obvious. "Because I love you. Have loved you. Will keep loving you whether you say yes or no right now."

"Not just to you. To anyone. I have things I need to figure out. About myself. About my past. About what I actually want." He was quiet. "I understand." "You do?" "I've known for a while. I was just hoping you'd figure it out differently." She cried. He held her. They sat together for hours. Talking. Crying. Holding. When the sun started to set, he said: "I'm not going to wait forever." "I know." "But I'm not going anywhere yet either." She looked at him. "Why?" "Because you're worth waiting for. Even if you never choose me."

"Because I know you want to love me and I know one day you will love me, that you're going to love me, " Never in his life he had ever thought, a person could be this selfless. "And no matter what , I'll wait for you to love me even if it means that I have to wait for eternity, " She delicately completed her words and then smiled. And he just stared into her beautiful ethereal eyes. "Inessa might get broken while waiting for your love but your heaven wait till she didn't break those walls of your fear, pain and past, Sin, " At the end of her words, he again pressed his lips over her and huskily whispered

I don't even wait for him to say anything, but leave with his food as my mind replays his words. Waiting for me. That's what jumps in my head, whilst waiting for the microwave. Those three magical words, it should have been me saying those words not him. I'm usually the one waiting for him, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to notice me, waiting for him to tell me that he lo - no, I won't go that far. The point is, I'm shocked yet my chest warms at his actions. Him waiting for me like how I'd done so many times, when he returned home late.

"I will wait as long as it takes. Not because I am patient by nature, I am not particularly, but because what is on the other side of the waiting is worth the waiting." I looked at him even as his words rang in my ears again and again. I will wait as long as it takes. Not because I am patient by nature, I am not particularly, but because what is on the other side of the waiting is worth the waiting. My heart swelling, I looked at the man who had walked into a cemetery with a plan and had set the plan down somewhere around week three when I got up from a training mat without being told to. At the man who had cooked for me in his apartment and walked through a park without a destination and to

He told me he was going to find me at the right time. The problem is I am not patient enough to wait but I have no option but to wait. It's just that I keep asking myself; why does he have to wait for the right time before he can tell me about myself and other stuff I didn't know about? What time is the right time?

Edward called for a refill and he leaned backward in his seat, "Do you want an advice, based on a personal experience?" I looked back at him, noticing how his tone has turned somewhat serious now. I didn't say anything but he sensed my need for any type of advice because he carried on, "They say men never wait around, but let me get you in on new information," He took a sip of his drink, his eyes not on me but focused ahead, "It's the girl who never waits, so unless you wanna be thirty-something, coming back from a tiring flight to drink in a bar all alone," He looked back at me, "Go ahead now and try to move on," He requested, "Because the longer you wait, the harder it'll be to accept it."