Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

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

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

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

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?

“Who are you?” One who has waited long for you to speak.

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.

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.

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

Darling, replied Valentine, has not the count just told us that all human wisdom was contained in these two words,- "Wait and hope"?

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 and hoping is a hard thing to do when you've already been waiting and hoping for almost as long as you can bear it.

We wait always for something that does not come.

We are waiting for the next moment to contain what this moment does not.

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray but sort of, or sort of white, and I've always really liked it because it reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

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.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.