Veronica Roth Quotes

No crowd ever waited at the gates of patience.

If someone says they're going to ring me at 10 o'clock and it's 10 past and they haven't rung, I'm irritated.

It's pretty frustrating waiting for anything.

By-and-large, these are families that are just waiting to get out of here. They are frustrated; I would be, too. I get frustrated at the cash register counter when the paper runs out.

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.

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

There are a lot of things that frustrate me. I get frustrated when I have to wait at a red light.

When people are self-entitled for no reason, just with anything, that bothers me. It's like waiting for someone to cross the road, and they walk slower because they know you're waiting. I like all the credit due in the places that it's supposed to be due.

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.

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

Patience is something that, as a young man, I didn't have - when waiting for parts to arrive or waiting for people to behave as I wanted them to.

I hate it when people are late, and I hate being late.

It has felt like the World Cup was never going to come for me.

Everybody always wanted me to be sorry, I guess, and I am. And I'm tired of it. And I want to play football and, well, if I can't I'll have to do something else.

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

The measure of an enthusiasm must be taken between interesting events. It is between bites that the lukewarm angler loses heart.

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.

And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.

What is eternity? You're on the checkout line at a supermarket. There are seven people in front of you. They are all old. They all have two carts and coupons for every item. They are all paying by check. None of them have ID. It's the checkout girl's first day on the job. She doesn't speak any English. Take away fifteen minutes from that, and you begin to get an idea of what eternity is.

I hate the waiting room. Because it's called the waiting room, there's no chance of not waiting. It's built, designed, and intended for waiting. Why would they take you right away when they've got this room all set up?

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.

I don't think there's anything more tiring ... than expecting people who don't turn up.

Can we move this conversation along, I'm getting frightfully tired of 'hoa'.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

You can't come back to TV for two months. It's too short. You can't start anything. It's too much of a tease and there's really nowhere you can go.