Quotes About Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

“I’m not rushing this,I want it done properly.” That made her look at me for a second longer than usual, then she picked up her phone and started typing,while she did, I looked around her office then my eyes landed on a framed quote I hadn’t noticed before….The truth doesn’t expire,It simply waits for someone patient enough to find it. I had probably read it a dozen times when I was a student, but back then, it had just been words on a wall but now it felt like it had been waiting for me.

"I'm sorry. I've neglected you a bit lately." "It's alright. No matter how long it takes—if you need me, I'll always be right here, waiting." Her heart trembled at those words. She turned to look at him, the glow from passing streetlights cutting softly across his profile. Years later, Sharon would still remember that sentence—word for word. But even then, she would still wonder… was there ever really someone who could stand in the same place, waiting forever?

"A man with a reputation as filthy as his? Even if he begged, I'd never stoop so low as to marry him." My nails dug into my palms, her words piercing my heart like needles. It struck me how foolish of me it was to spend the whole night waiting for her explanation. All that waiting earned me nothing but betrayal and slander from the woman I loved most. I rasped, "Melissa, are you really going to throw away the marriage alliance with the Zucker family for him? Do you have any idea what this will cost both our companies? He's just a chauffeur's son, and I'm your fiance."

He sounded far away, like his mind was somewhere else, somewhere very different. “Choosing someone isn't the same as claiming them,” he said “It's having the courage to walk away., You, Roman, only have to wait for a little while. Some of us wait till forever.” He didn't say anything after that. Neither did I. The silence inside the car grew. All I could do was wait. And waiting for her felt like dying.

I rushed out, my nerves stretched thin as I trembled on the cold surface of the piano. “Where?” He nudged his thumb deeper “Here?” I shook my head, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I gnawed on it. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to wait for something that’s already mine...” He looked up at me from his thumb lodged inside my tightest hole and said, “But I’ll wait. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to.”

“Why won’t I like you? You’re beautiful. You’re kind. You’re a good doctor and an excellent mother. No man could ever ignore a woman like you, if one did, he’s stupid.” The corner of my lips rose into a smile as I stared at his face. I have another question and I won’t let this chance go. “What if you failed to make me like you?” He paused and slowly lifted his face to look at me. His smile slowly faded and his expression became serious. “Then, I’ll try again and wait and wait…and wait until you like me enough. I’ll wait because waiting for you doesn’t bother me. I’ll wait because you deserve to be waited. So, take your time. You are worth my time and effort.”

Just like that, tell me what would you say? " I don't need to say anything." " But why?? What is the problem?? " " Relax!! There is no problem. Why are you being so adamant in asking this? As it is, No one is interested in me. " I said with s smile. " What ?? Are you blind ?? Deaf or Dumb ?? The whole school knows that someone is absolutely crazy about you. Are you insane or just trying to act smart?? I must say, he is crazy about you... He is dropping hints almost 8- 10 times a day... Are you trying his patience ?? "

"For waiting. For not giving up on me. For seeing me when no one else did." He is quiet for a moment. Then he says, "I would have waited forever, Celestine. I would have waited until I was old and gray and maybe my adopted grandchildren asking me why I never married. I would have waited until the end of time if that was what it took. Because you are worth waiting for. You have always been worth waiting for." I cry a little more at that, but they are good tears.

"But... you'll have to wait for a year and a half. It's such a long time... " "It’s been a while since I last had sex. What's a big deal to wait for another two?" "You're very ignorant in this aspect. If I have sex with you now, it wouldn't be a good experience for you. I'm waiting for you to grow up, understand?" The last sentence was deeply engraved in her heart. He said... *I'm waiting for you to grow up.* *Waiting for you to grow from eighteen to twenty.* *Waiting for me to grow from twenty-eight to thirty.*

Sat. The fifteen minutes of his rotation gap passed in silence, and I sorted letters with steady hands and did not look up and did not speak, and the threads in my chest burned with gold warmth and patience and the long practiced certainty of someone who has been waiting since she was seven years old and has learned how. He stood to leave. Paused. I looked up.