There are times when I am supposed to get off work by seven but only reach home by midnight because of production delays.
My horse was so late getting home, he tiptoed into the stable.
The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.
Anticipation is making me late, it's keeping me waiting.
The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only one day after his arrival, he will not come on the last day, but on the last day of all.
Mr. Right is coming, but he's in Africa and he's walking.
I don't like waiting in airports for my bags. Even worse, I don't like waiting in airports when my bags are lost.
Ah, Lady Maccon, how lovely. I did wonder when you would track us down.” “I was unavoidably delayed by husbands and Ivys,” explained Alexia. “These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.
