Eugene Delacroix Quotes

Anticipation is making me late, it's keeping me waiting.

You never know what's going to happen in the draft. You just wait until your name gets called and then things happen.

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.

The suspense is terrible. I hope it'll last.

You wait for nothing if not for the word that will burst from the deep like a fruit among branches.

Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.

And he waited. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a small forever.

She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.

I'm like a child inside and I really get excited, so sometimes when I'm trying to go to bed, I'm so excited about the next day that I can't go to sleep.

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.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.

I've been dying to play.

Waiting makes me restless. When I'm ready, I'm ready.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

I just can't wait for the future.

On one hand, it seems like I've waited a long time for this.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

I don't fear what will happen, but you just get ahead of yourself, like, 'Oh my gosh, I wish it would happen now.'

What's the use of watching? A watched pot never boils.

Anticipation makes pleasure more intense

I can't wait to wake up and try something new. I can't sleep at night because I want to try something new.

I hate having to wait. I've got the thing done. I just want to see what happens.

...because he had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so every time someone knocked on the door, he couldn't stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn't hope.

She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red. Yes, it is red, isn't it? Seems so. She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?