Waiting
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Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.
Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
Patience is not simply the ability to wait — it's how we behave while we're waiting.
Some days I totally appreciate everything that's happening to me, and some days I feel everyone's waiting for me to mess up.
I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.
Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.
You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
There are thousands of inspirational stories waiting to be told about young women who yearn for a great education. They are stories of struggle and stories of success, and they will inspire others to take action and work to change lives.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
Take a leap of faith and begin this wondrous new year by believing. Believe in yourself. And believe that there is a loving Source — a Sower of Dreams — just waiting to be asked to help you make your dreams come true.
From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it.
I confess that I am a messy, disorganized and impatient reader: if the book doesn't grab me in the first 40 pages, I abandon it. I have piles of half-read books waiting for me to get acute hepatitis or some other serious condition that would force me to rest so that I could read more.
Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
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