Kate DiCamillo Quotes

Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

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

I play solitaire and wait for something to happen.

I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze. "How long did you wait?" It would've been unbearably romantic if he'd had he courage to look into my face and say it, but instead, he dropped his eyes to the ground and scuffed his boot in the leaves- countless possibilities for happy days- on the ground. "I haven't stopped.

When my mother left me waiting for her, [she] established in me the habit of waiting and expectation which makes any present moment most significant for what it does not contain.

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

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

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.

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.

Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.

I waited with a beeper for a year and 10 months to get that gift.

I am left alone in the wide world. My own dear family I have buried: one in Rangoon, and two in Amherst. What remains for me but to hold myself in readiness to follow the dear departed to that blessed world, 'Where my best friends, my kindred dwell, where God, my Saviour, reigns.'

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.

Most of the characters I'm drawn to, as an actor, are ones that are quite intensely lonely and a bit lost and are looking for some kind of redemptive answer.

I spent a lot of my childhood sat on a wall thinking, waiting for my mum to pick me up.

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

A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.

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

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

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.

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