Cesare Pavese Quotes

Waiting is one of life's hardships. It is hard enough to wait for chocolate cream pie while burnt roast beef is still on your plate. It is plenty difficult to wait for Halloween when the tedious month of September is still ahead of you. But to wait for one's adopted uncle to come home while a greedy and violent man is upstairs was one of the worst waits the Baudelaires had ever experienced.

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.

Every time I await a model, even when I am most pressed to time, I am overjoyed when the time comes and I tremble when I hear the key turn in the door.

And he waited. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a small forever.

Anticipation is making me late, it's keeping me waiting.

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.

Who knows what happens tomorrow? We'll find it tomorrow.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

Everything comes to those who wait... except a cat.

There's nothing better than not knowing what's going to happen until you put the pieces together.

Thou hast seen nothing yet.

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

No crowd ever waited at the gates of patience.

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

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

When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.

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.

I hate having to wait. I've got the thing done. I just want to see what happens.

Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

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’ll wait for you. Come back. The words were not meaningless, but they didn’t touch him now. It was clear enough - one person waiting for another was like an arithmetical sum, and just as empty of emotion. Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Waiting was a heavy word.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

The swiftest despatch seems slow to desire.