Shelley Fabares Quotes

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

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

Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret.

A year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return.

Delay is a bitter tonic, but it increases appetite.

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

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.

He who awaits much can expect little.

But if we learn to think of it as anticipation, as learning, as growing, if we think of the time we spend waiting for the big things of life as an opportunity instead of a passing of time, what wonderful horizons open out!

You usually have to wait for that which is worth waiting for.

What more can we require? Nothing but time.

Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.

It's true what they say: 'You don't appreciate what you've got until it's gone.' I miss love. I miss being looked after.

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.

We'll have to wait the old-fashioned way.

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

When you don't experience something for a long time you realize how much you love it and how much you miss it.

She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.

It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.

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

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke’s shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old doll’s words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain: Someone will come; someone will come for you.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.