Quotes On Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

“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."

“I’ll wait. I’ll stand here and I’ll wait, no matter how long it takes. Because loving you is worth every second of uncertainty, every pang of doubt, every sleepless night.” Liam’s eyes softened, and he leaned slightly closer, his hand brushing hers again, tentative but reassuring. “And I’ll wait too,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to force you. I only want to be here, to support you, to love you in the way you deserve. Even if it takes forever, even if it means standing in silence while you find your answer, I’ll wait.”

Back then, I placed the papers in front of him, but he did not even bother reading them before signing. I asked with surprise, “Did you even read what you signed?” Julian looked up at me with a gentle smile. “There’s no need. I trust you. You’d never hurt me.” My heart skipped a beat as I met his affectionate gaze. For a moment, I thought there was still a place for me in his heart. I was just about to speak when Vivian suddenly pushed the office door open. “Didn’t we agree to watch a movie? Why are you still working? I’m counting to three. If you don’t come out now, I’m leaving.”

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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.

I laid my half-assed theory before him, and he only scoffed, “Call me superstitious…” He paused long enough to recline back into his seat, his chin dipping lower until he stared at me through his lashes, “-but I guess I have been waiting for the ‘one’.” He made a slight quote with the gesture of his fingers, and I gulped. ‘HAVE BEEN’ Was he still waiting? Did he find him already? DON’T BE SILLY. YOU KNOW WHO MEANS BY THAT.

I won't give up. He once promised me to wait for him. And I should have to... I'll wait for him. Even if it takes forever... I have to wait for him. He is not dead. He is not.

"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?

Kung kailan siya handang sabihin sa akin, kung kailan siya handang mahalin ako, kaya kong hintayin. Who said that only man can wait?