I am too impatient to wait for temptation to come to me.

Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.

Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.

To avoid doing anything, wait for the right circumstances.

Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.

Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.