Waiting On Someone Quotes Novels & Stories

said the old lady next to her "Ma'am, there are times that waiting for something or patience is the most beautiful thing, besides what is there to life without patience, and imagination?" "You are such an optimistic and lovely girl, I hope that boy keeps his promise," said the old lady smiling "And they do say that waiting is a sign of true love and patience, anyone can say 'i love you but not everyone can wait and prove it's true," said a middle-aged man in another row" "Thank you, both you ma'am and you sir," said Toni happily and looked back at the picture in her hand "We will reunite soon, wait for me Stephen" At the exact moment, a guy woke up in a flash looking horrified them signed in

“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.”

"One thing I've learned is there's always a second-chance, always something waiting right around the corner. Are you ready for what's waiting around the corner?" "If you're there," – she lifts our clasped fingers – "then I'm always ready for what's waiting on me."

"Is this going to take long?" "Depends." Ron answered. "I can't give you hope." "Is there anything I can do?" "You'd better just sit still, and wait." he replied, blinking. "I can't do that." I argued. It felt really bad when I just sat around doing nothing, or helping anything and waiting. Waiting for it really can make me surrounded by anxiety, waiting for it is the worst thing. "I will help as much as I can. You can ask for it."

We haven't chatted like we did the other night for a while now, so I wasn't certain if he would respond to my message or not but I decided to give it a try nevertheless. “Hey.” I hit the send button and held the phone to my chest. Will he respond? No, he probably wouldn't respond to a simple “Hey.” And so I raised my phone again and sent another message. “I need to speak with you in person. Can we meet up?” I held my breath the moment I saw the read recipient icon and then the typing icon too. He saw it! He read the message! It felt like an eternity, waiting for his response, but it was worth it. I think.

After unlocking her phone, the context of the message instantly came into view—‘Myra, we’ll talk about it when I return. It was Sean who texted her as he was on a business trip in the United States. However, he seemed to notice that his message did not fully convey his intention, so a minute later, her phone rang again as another text with only three words was sent to her—‘Wait for me.’ Throughout Myra’s life, what tormented her the most was waiting for someone. In the past, she had experienced what it was like to wait for someone with hope before it gradually turned into despair, as if her heart was being repeatedly tormented without even having a minute to rest.

I am a person who is going to wait. I am a person who is going to wait, and I am going to wait, and I am going to wait, until the man I love comes home and says the thing he wrote on the sticky note, in the way that men say things out loud to women they love when the men are ready to say the things out loud. I am a person who is going to wait. To be continued...

Three days passed without a response, the letter’s silence settling into the household’s rhythm like a held breath nobody quite acknowledged aloud. I found myself checking Nolan’s phone more often than I meant to, some part of me hoping despite my own uncertainty about whether hoping was wise. “You don’t have to keep checking,” Nolan said gently, catching me at it again on the fourth morning. “I’ll tell you the moment anything comes through, I promise.” “I know,” I said, a little embarrassed. “I just — I don’t know what I’m hoping for exactly. An answer. Any answer, even a difficult one, feels better than this waiting.” “I understand that more than you might think,” Nolan said quietly. “I wa

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

It was like she was waiting for something or someone, and it was making me nervous. I looked around at the others, trying to gauge their reactions. Some were chatting quietly, while others were checking their phones or gazing off into space. But we all shared one thing in common: we were all getting restless. “Come on, already!” Someone muttered behind me. “What’s taking so long?” “I know right?” Someone else replied. “I’ve got better things to do than standing here all day.” The instructor stopped pacing and cleared her throat, finally addressing us. “I apologize for the delay, everyone. We’re just waiting for…ah…confirmation. Yes, that’s it. Confirmation.”