Waiting For You Quotes by Liza Minnelli, Corrie Ten Boom, Nalini Singh, Susane Colasanti, Lois Ehlert, Lisa Mangum and many others.
But God really did bless me, you know? He really said, All right. Come on. I’m still waiting for you. Get over here. Get over here.
You know, eternal life does not start when we go to heaven. It starts the moment you reach out to Jesus. He never turns His back on anyone. And He is waiting for you.
Am I too early?” “No. He’s waiting for you.” The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. “I thought you’d be . . . scarier.
Still hiding and afraid to let go. Waiting for you to find me uncover me and show me the way.
A library is where ideas sleep between covers, waiting for you to discover them.
Somehow difficulties are easier to endure when you know your dream is waiting for you at the end.
Don’t be like a train; don’t travel on the same path! Thousands of different paths are waiting for you to walk! Don’t be like a train!
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope.
There is a truth deep down inside of you that has been waiting for you to discover it, and that truth is this: you deserve all good things life has to offer.
I’ve found that writing and playing music has so little to do with will, and so much to do with just finding what’s there waiting for you.
A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.
Your brain is waiting for you to give it direction.
You know I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on.
The light is not quantifiable. You experience it in meditation when thought stops. When you go beyond the limitations of the ego, the light is waiting for you.
I’m missing something, aren’t I?” “Brains”, he snapped. “And survival instinct. The Hawklord’s been waiting for you for three hours.” “Tell him I’m dead.
The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.
