“Wait, then, my soul! submissive wait,
Prostrate before His awful seat;
And 'mid the terrors of His rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God!”

“Who trusts to others for his food,
Waits long e’er he be satisfied.”

“O'er yonder eastern hill the twilight pale
Walks forth from darkness; and the God of day,
With bright Astraea seated by his side,
Waits yet to leave the ocean.”

“While we wait, God builds our faith in His promises.”

“His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or…
…or tap him on the shoulder.”

“While God waits for his temple to be built of love, men bring stones.”

“Trials are medicines which our gracious and wise Physician prescribes because we need them; and he proportions the frequency and weight of them to what the case requires. Let us trust his skill and thank him for his prescription.”

“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” V waved his hand-rolled around. “I’m the son of a deity and she picked you?”

“I can but die… and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.”