Jim Hodges Quotes

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

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

I have read for countless people on innumerable subjects and the most difficult thing to understand within the cards is always the timing. I knew that, and still it surprised me. How long I was willing to wait for something that was only a possibility. I always thought it was just a matter of time but I was wrong.

I have always found it difficult to wait for things - whether it was to see my father or sailor brother, Alan, again after their long sea trips, or the chance of a better job, or even new curtains.

He who awaits much can expect little.

Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: 'I'm waiting to win the lottery. I'm waiting to fall in love'. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.

Never be afraid to sit a while and think.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Sometimes you feel like it's cursed when something takes so long to come out and you don't know if it's going to really come out.

The long run may be too long.

I wait for options, hoping that a space for a pass will appear at the last moment.

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

Advent is a time of waiting, of expectation, of silence. Waiting for our Lord to be born. A pregnant woman is so happy, so content. She lives in such a garment of silence, and it is as though she were listening to hear the stir of life within her. One always hears that stirring compared to the rustling of a bird in the hand. But the intentness which which one awaits such stirring is like nothing so much as a blanket of silence.

Time is one's best friend, teaching best of all the wisdom of silence.

Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear.

The feeling I have reminds me of New Year’s Eve, when the countdown is coming and I’m not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn’t turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn’t mean quite so much, if I weren’t forced to analyze where I’ve been and where I’m going.

I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything.

Waiting is the hardest work of hope.

Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

When in doubt, stand still.