A Quote by Woodrow Wilson

All things come to him who waits — © Woodrow Wilson
All things come to him who waits
All things come to him who waits - even justice.
All things come to him who waits - provided he knows what he is waiting for.
All things come to him who waits, but they are mostly leftovers from those who didn't wait.
Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer-he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
Everything comes to him who waits -- if he waits till it comes.
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
To him that waits all things reveal themselves, provided that he has the courage not to deny, in the darkness, what he has seen in the light.
A lobster, when left high and dry among the rock, does not have the sense enough to work his way back to the sea, but waits for the sea to come to him. If it does not come, he remains where he is and dies, although the slightest effort would enable him to reach the waves, which are perhaps within a yard of him. The world is full of human lobsters; people stranded on the rocks of indecision and procrastination, who, instead of putting forth their own energies, are waiting for some grand billow of good fortune to set them afloat.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
I got to watch my heroes meet him and saw how they reacted, whether it was Joe Strummer or Tom Waits. It was peculiar. I'm so stoked to meet Tom Waits, and he's so nervous to meet my dad. It's a head spin.
Men may know many things by seeing; but no prophet can see before the event, nor what end waits for him.
Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.
[Wladimir] Klitschko has got the experience, so if Tyson [Fury] waits on him, Klitschko will out-box him. But if he uses his speed and reach it will be a great chance for him to win.
I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.
O Come All Ye Faithful, Joyful and triumphant. O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, Born the King of Angels; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
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