Quotes About Impatience

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?

Judy felt dismayed. A half hour? She couldn't learn much about the gym in half an hour.

Miles. I have to talk to you." "Just a minute." The minute became two or three or four, as he leaned against the doorframe and scuffed his boot on the patterned carpet. He knocked again. "C'mon, Simon, let me in." "Don't be so impatient, Miles," his aunt's voice admonished him firmly. "It's a bit rude." He

He was going to get rid of the delivery person, throw the food in the kitchen, then get back to his real dinner. Violet

She recognized the panic at even a moment's boredom that all these piles contained, as well as the unreasonable hopefulness regarding time.

We don't do that in New York, rasped Odette. She cleared her throat. No? Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh. No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just… you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life you're just always — her hand sliced the air—there.

in a mighty hurry—both of 'em.

He carried himself with that impatient arrogance toward others that is often possessed by men who have succeeded by their own efforts, and too easily.

He stared at the clock. Sometimes, it seemed the hands didn't move at all. Other times, he'd blink, and it would be half an hour later. Time didn't always make sense at Wayside School.

Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret…

It is my opinion that this day will never come to an end, said Prince, with a yawn that nearly rent him assunder.

What would Jo say if she saw you now? asked Amy impatiently

If we're not wanting, we're waiting. Waiting for what, we don't know, but something and it's going to happen soon.

hung around in the air like a wife waiting for you to notice she was sulking.

As she stared at the restless pixels on the screen, her impatience grew. This agitation was familiar, a paradoxical feeling that built up inside her when she was spending too much time online, as though some force was at once goading her and holding her back. How to describe it? A temporal stuttering, an urgent lassitude, a feeling of simultaneous rushing and lagging behind. It was a horrible, stilted, panicky sensation, hard to put into words.

I lack altogether patience to live. I cannot see the grass grow, but since I cannot I don't feel at all inclined to. My views are the fleeting observations of a 'travelling scholar'9 rushing through life in the greatest haste. People say the good Lord fills the stomach before the eyes. I haven't noticed; my eyes have had enough and I am weary of everything, and yet I hunger.

No woman in maternity confinement can have stranger and more impatient wishes than I have.

Job endured everything — until his friends came to comfort him, then he grew impatient.

When indeed does the temporal suffering oppress a man most terribly? Is it not when it seems to him that it has no significance, that it neither secures nor gains anything for him? Is it not when the suffering, as the impatient man expresses it, is without meaning or purpose?

She eats her whole packet of mints before the plane even takes off.

Patience is the strength of the weak, impatience is the weakness of the strong.

In any situation you can think of, impatience is a source of weakness and fear, while patience represents substance and strength.

Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control.

One thing I noticed when I was young was I was impatient for success. I think everybody is impatient for success. It will come. But don't - you shouldn't let that impatience drive you crazy.