E. B. White Wait Quotations

It's final exam time. I'm anxious to see what we can do. I've been waiting since Dec. 12, when Weis was hired.

I would have waited for the nationwide search.

But the cath lab isn't waiting for you to have a heart attack. We have to react.

We can't wait to have him back. We're so used to having him. Ahmad is a super athlete.

We've definitely had kids waiting in the wings. The seniors, juniors, and even the sophomores, are really ready to go into those roles. We've been preparing them to do so for a while now and know they are ready.

We've turned down many people that need apartments right now. If they can wait for a few months, we're willing for them to put in an application and work with us.

I was just waiting on this point to come so I can show what I can do. My confidence is back up and I'm ready to go. I'm ready.

Intellectually, we know for certain that we are on this planet for a very brief period, yet we tend to live as if we were going to live forever, as if there were no end to our life or to the lives of our friends and family. This not-so-subtle denial of death persists throughout our lives, unless we are lucky enough to get a dramatic, usually painful and invariably life-changing wake-up call. The moments of our lives are ephemeral gifts, and we can not afford to miss even one of them. Happily, you don't have to wait for a painful wake-up call. You can notice the miracle of your life right now. Awareness is a choice.

Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer-he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.

Life is always rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended. There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.

A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.