Sara Teasdale Quotes

Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: 'I'm waiting to win the lottery. I'm waiting to fall in love'. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

I've been waiting for that bright sunshine to show up and shine in my back door someday.

I don't stretch my hand out anymore, but I never get tired of waiting for the next magic.

Those who do not hope cannot wait; but if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.

Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear.

Waiting is the hardest work of hope.

Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth!

I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?

I have always found it difficult to wait for things - whether it was to see my father or sailor brother, Alan, again after their long sea trips, or the chance of a better job, or even new curtains.

I've had many, many loves. I always feel that something wonderful is going to happen. And it always does.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

I'm saying: to be continued, until we meet again. Meanwhile, keep on listening and tapping your feet.