Anna Neagle Quotes

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

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

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

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

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

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.

Sometimes you feel like it's cursed when something takes so long to come out and you don't know if it's going to really come out.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)

You have to sit by the side of a river a very long time before a roast duck will fly into your mouth.

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.

Waiting is one of life's hardships. It is hard enough to wait for chocolate cream pie while burnt roast beef is still on your plate. It is plenty difficult to wait for Halloween when the tedious month of September is still ahead of you. But to wait for one's adopted uncle to come home while a greedy and violent man is upstairs was one of the worst waits the Baudelaires had ever experienced.

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?

I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation. I expected — an arrival, an explanation, an apology. There had never been one, a fact I could have accepted, were it not true that, just when I had got used to the limits and dimensions of one moment, I was expelled into the next and made to wonder again if any shapes hid in its shadows.

We wait always for something that does not come.

I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation.

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

I hope it won't take long.

Waiting is one of life’s hardships.

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

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