Sufjan Stevens Quotes

I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything. My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else, I had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

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

Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.

This is the big one! You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join ya, honey!

Love flourishes in expectation. Expectation strolls through the spacious fields of Time towards Opportunity.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time, we were one.

We're going to hear an earful, but it's going to be an earful of wonderment and happiness that people waited for for a long time.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.

It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.

Waiting is not always a bad thing; it can bring its own joy -the thrill of anticipation.

Waiting is directed at nothing: any object that could gratify it would only efface it. Still, it is not confined to one place, it is not a resigned immobility; it has the endurance of a movement that will never end and would never promise itself the reward of rest; it does not wrap itself in interiority; all of it falls irremediably outside.

The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment.

All alone by the telephone.

I know that it's comin I just hope that I'm alive for it

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.