Quotes About Patience

Things work out the way they're meant to

Things work out the way they're meant to

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

If it's meant to be, they'll find a way to make it work eventually.

Don't worry about it. The right thing will come at the right time.

Bad is never good until worse happens.

No revenge is more honourable than the one not taken.

The dog's kennel is not the place to keep a sausage.

To the good listener, half a word is enough.

Tomorrow is often the busiest time of the year.

It's a good place when all you have is hope and not expectations.

Mistakes are lessons in disguise and accurate reflections of your true state. Maybe you need to slow down. Maybe your initial expectation was actually what was wrong. Maybe you need to draw more often.

Un disegno dieci minuti di pan tostato è un zilione di volte meglio di un disegno a zero minuto di pan tostato.

I grabbed my coat. We were off. Well, I grabbed my coat, waited the best part of an hour for Hanne to choose between one pair of black trousers and another virtually identical pair, had a cup of tea, approved the trousers, and then we were off.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

For to lose time is most displeasing to him who knows most.

El Señor es un Dios de planificación. Él hace cosas hoy que dan frutos mañana.

No digas: Señor, ábreme la puerta. Dios dice: te daré todo lugar que pise la planta de tu pie».

Ten la seguridad de que si Dios lo permite, es porque hay un loable propósito detrás. Que juntamente con la prueba, preparó la salida.

Estimados caballeros, por nuestra salud mental y emocional, debemos saber que ellas no hablan como nosotros, nunca quieren decir lo que están diciendo, y entenderlas lleva algunos años de entrenamiento; es casi como aprender otro idioma.

le temps va plus vite quand les gens veulent l'arrêter.

Si on attend tout de lui, on se contente finalement de peu. La moindre surprise est accueillie comme un miracle.

if you just let things be, they eventually sort themselves out.

When I asked if she read poetry anymore, she said no. she had lost her taste for it. That was how she said it, lost her taste. I asked how that could happen, and she said she agreed with Plato, or at least Plato as summarized for her: that there was something dishonest about it and that he was right to want to banish the poets. What she mean't, she told me, was that the only reality was life, real life, and that these beautiful versions were lies and she no longer had patience for it.