Someone is always waiting ?

"Drive, guys. That green light isn’t going to get a deeper green. It’ll only ripen and turn yellow.” ― Jarod Kintz

Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I...... by Celia Thaxter

“What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.” ― John Green

NEAR this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808. by Lord Byron

“You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it's for the same three things." "What?" "Love, gelato and gondola.” ― Jenna Evans Welch

A Question A little bird sat on a telegraph wire, And said to his mates: "I declare, If wireless telegraphy comes into vogue, We'll all have to sit on the air...." By Anonymous

“Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back. "Dude, it's a house," Shane said from behind her. "Hug somebody who cares.” ― Rachel Caine  

My garden is so very small, It needs no fence, it needs no wall; It's but one tiny plant—that's all! And yet I tend it with a will— My garden is my window sill! by Annette Wynne

The Pond There was a pond in my young years, a place of reeds reflected trees and silky brown water spilling over a weed-bearded dam, a place where we swam from early spring and skated in the early darkness of winter evenings, a place of mysterious depths where creatures vanished into a green void while tadpoles and minnows swarmed on its verges like exclamation points.   There I saw mallards, come down softly, cruise, smoothly as pedal boats, their broad feet massaging the water until, sighting edibles, they flipped forward, to my delight, as if on hinges.   There sometimes I surprised a frog, hypnotized by my nearness, stared into its knobby eyes and saw its throat throb nervously.   There turtles sunned themselves still as stones while I waited, equally unmoving, determined not to be the first to stir.   It was a small pond but a world in my eyes. by Richard Greene

Blue , blue , blue 💙 🎼 🎶 🎵

"Be who you are and do what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind".' ― Dr. Suess

“If you are patient… and wait long enough… Nothing will happen” —  Jim Davis

You can - in short - overdo the state of running….