Quotes On Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

"I understand and I'll wait." I looked at him, "What if I'm never ready?" I asked "Then I'll wait forever."

She sat beside me on the cold marble floor, her expensive robe dragging in the rain puddle forming beneath us. “If he knew you were here,” she said quietly, “he would come running.” “Then why hasn’t he?” I cried. “Why hasn’t he called?” “Because he’s angry,” she said. “And afraid. And when you grow up with people who use love as a currency, sometimes it takes a while to believe in the kind that doesn’t have strings.” I bowed my head. “He’s worth every second of waiting.” She squeezed my hand. “Then wait. And when he’s ready to believe again… you’ll still be standing.”

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

The light rain outside continued to pour, with water splashing against the glass and obscuring the view. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Natalie, I've waited for you all day." Since he picked her up, he had been waiting—not for an apology, but for her to say, 'I'll never abandon you again.'" He was waiting for her to give him a promise, to kiss him. But even though the two of them had spent the entire day at the hospital, with countless opportunities and ample time, he hadn't gotten the response he'd been hoping for.

"Like November. Like the dark. Like the roses dying. Like the oak tree holding on. Like waiting for something that is not coming." "What are you waiting for." "That is the thing. I do not know. I am just waiting. I have always been waiting. For Sam to come back. For my parents to be okay. For someone to see me. For someone to stay. And now people are staying. And I am still waiting. Waiting for them to leave. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the happiness to end." "And has it ended?"

“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.

“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 wheezed out "Waiting for a mate,"

"We, this shit can never happen again." I took a step forward, my heart speeding as my fingers brushed against the edge of the desk. "Will you wait?" He looks stunned and confused, his brows drawing. "What?" I licked my lips, blowing out a breath through my nose. "Will you wait for me? For us? Until I am of age?" "Yes," he answered without hesitation. "It's fucking messed up how much I'll wait for you and I feel like a fucking pervert for waiting for you like a creep."

Everything was ready, the food was looking so appetizing and the whole wall was filled with the inscription "I'm sorry please give us another chance" I looked at myself in the mirror countless times making sure I looked good. Now it's time to await her arrival, one hour has passed so she'll be here from now on. I kept glancing at the door every moment waiting for her, one hour turned into two yet she's not here, three hours passed she's not yet here, I kept holding tightly onto the flower that I bought for her hoping she walks in through the door any moment from now Six hours yet she's not yet here, I'm still standing in the middle of the hall awaiting her, the door suddenly opened and I rai