Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die.
Every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us.
Time waits for no ovary.
We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the first move-and he, in turn, waits for you.
The rich son waits for his father to die, the poor just drink and cry.
Remember this your lifetime through: Tomorrow there will be more to do. And failure waits for all who stay With some success made yesterday. Tomorrow you must try once more, And even harder than before.
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.
He who waits to do a great deal of good at once will never do anything.
Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.
There are certain people who seem doomed to buy certain houses. The house expects them. It waits for them.
A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the "why" for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any "how. "
death is always sudden however long one waits.
A painter paints, a musician plays, a writer writes - but a movie actor waits.
Life makes concessions for no one; it's up to each of us to learn from our experiences; laugh; cry; scream; shout; do whatever it takes to let it out; the important thing is to get it out. . . move on. . . and live life. . . life waits for no one either.
The world waits for you with all its beauty, but also its frights and its pain.
There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself.
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.