You can make the Ring into an allegory of our own time, if you like: and allegory of the inevitable fate that waits for all attempts to defeat evil power by power.
Hospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn't make them any less hideous.
Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.
The tree does not die, it waits.
When you consider Life as sacred,Nature waits on you
All things come to him who waits, but they are mostly leftovers from those who didn't wait.
One either loves, or waits for love, or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices.
If a woman waits 10 years to invest, "I'm busy", "I've got to do this", "I can put it off", "I gotta find the right financial. . . " It costs her $100 a day. $100 a day! And if we had money falling out of her pocketbook at the rate of $100 a day, we'd change our pocketbook; we'd fix our pocketbook.
Everything comes to him who waits, except a loaned book.
Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared. Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late. Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)
I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits. . . waits.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow The drummer relaxes and waits between shows For his cinnamon girl.
In the twilight of the morning, all life silently waits for the sunrise. Sun must rise for the darkness to sink!
Hail the day that sees Him rise, Ravished from our wistful eyes! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends His native heaven. There the glorious triumph waits, Lift your heads, eternal gates! Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in!
We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend it never comes. We push the clock back and try to prolong the morning, over-reaching and over-straining ourselves in the unnatural effort. . . . In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon.
death is always sudden however long one waits.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
An author who waits for the right 'mood' will soon find that 'moods' get fewer and fewer until they cease altogether.
Fine natures are like fine poems; a glance at the first two lines suffices for a guess into the beauty that waits you if you read on.
What I look for in music is artistry, sincerity, and simplicity, and Tom Waits has all of that. I want to make a connection to the creator.