Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence; its giddiness, like that which comes from gazing down into an infinite abyss, is infinite.
The waiting is the hardest part.
I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation.
The nights seem to me too long... I am often scolded by Madame Pasteur, but I tell her I shall lead her to fame.
Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.
My days are as long as despair can make them.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
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.
