Novel & Cerita Quotes On Waiting For Him

He smiled, but not genuine. “No.” I clutched onto my chest rising and falling. That statement made me kind of annoyed. “I'm not doing that. I'm not going to date. Not now.” “Then, what are you waiting for?” “I'm going to stay single until…..” I looked sideways and then into his eyes. “I'm waiting for you. For us. We can't end it here.” He burst into laughter. “If I had kissed Maddie, would you forgive me?”

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and at that moment, I made a mental note to read more poems of him & narrate them to Shayla sometime. And then she launched into a full blown speech about her culture, about her ancestral norms & everything. It was really hard to concentrate on everything she was saying when my whole attention was fixed on the way her eyes were twinkling when she was passionately talking about her culture. "What did the quote mean, anyway?" She smiled shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear,"I have been waiting for you – for eras & eras, for days & nights." "You were waiting for me?"

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.”

Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Well, can you? Because if you can, then I will be glad to wait no matter how long it would take as long as I am sure that you are coming. But you have to make sure that I can meet the actual you though. I don't wanna waste my breath and my time for waiting over nothing. I want to make it worth it because I've had enough pain to wait for nothing. Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be

"I love you. You had me at hello. Age and your past don't matter. I'll wait until you're ready." He kept at it, never giving up. ...

The image of her face filled his mind, bringing a bittersweet smile to his lips. “Elizabeth,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here, waiting for you.” And with that, he let out a slow breath, steadying himself for the wait ahead. Because for her, he would wait forever if he had to.

If even a flicker of hope remained, she wouldn't have ended things so decisively. Her eyes reddened as Rosamund escorted her inside. Her phone kept buzzing nonstop with endless well-wishes. "Orson is total husband material. With a man like him, you'll be the happiest bride tomorrow." "Wishing you both a lifetime of love and happiness." "I've been rooting for you two since college. You made me believe in love again. Maude, you deserve all the happiness in the world." … Among the messages was one from Orson. "Honey, I'll be home by 8:00 pm. Please wait for me, okay?"

"He's been waiting for you." The office was quiet around them. Nia looked at the window. At Chicago doing its Wednesday morning thing outside unhurried, unsentimental, entirely itself. She thought about Seren's Is it my fault. About I want to believe you* and the four words that had cost everything. About a man sitting on a forensic report for twenty four hours waiting for the right moment because he understood, finally, that the report was not the point. Her phone buzzed on the desk between them.

“Vincent said he needs you back at the shop as soon as possible.” Hunter looked undeterred by her notification. Instead, he studied her a while longer until a sexy smile showed his perfect teeth. “So you don’t love him.” Brooklyn huffed and stepped back, trying to pull back from the trance he had sucked her into. When did it get so hot out here? “Are you going to jump my car?”

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"