I don't have a story," I said. "I'm still waiting for one.

“Few approach Nick the rest of the night, I am the only one brave enough to take him his specially made tea. "Thank you",…

— Jennifer Loren

“I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait all the way to the altar if we make it that far.” Startled, her body went stiff and…

— Kelly Oram

“Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here" I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year" Gotta stand…

— The Script

“She knelt over the grave, until her nose was touching the dirt. “When you are ready to inhabit a new skin,” she said, “we…

— Rene Denfeld

“The things I never said are waiting somewhere-like the things I wanted to do and never did.”

— Flavia Bujor

“She turned as a husky voice behind her said, “They’re waiting for you at a table inside.” Jim gave her a little push. “In…

— Julie Campbell

“Mhisery took a deep breath, gave a small smirk along with a wink and said, “What are you waiting for? The South to rise…

— Alex Morgan

“Hello?” he said, waiting out the shrill stream on the other end of the line. He smiled, “Because I’m her husband. I can answer…

— Jamie McGuire

“A likely story indeed!" said the Pigeon, in a tone of the deepest contempt. "I've seen a good many little girls in my time,…

— Lewis Carroll

“So Gerry’s a Rose Red now, even though Henry’s part of a different story,” said Andy. “Is it going to try to force him…

— Seanan McGuire

After all, it was only a story,' I said, determined to prove her wrong. 'All manner of terrible things may happen in a story.…

— Chris Priestley

“I heard a variation of your life is a story but this one said I should make my story a block buster. I know…

— Anonymous

“It IS a story," said Sara. "EVERYTHING'S a story. You are a story—I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.”

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

I heard a story about her once,' said James. 'She was interviewing a psychopath. She showed him a picture of a frightened face and…

— Jon Ronson

“Anyway, it's a pretty good story," I said. "You have to admit." "Yeah?" He crumpled up the Kleenex, having dispatched the solitary tear. "You…

— Michael Chabon