Quotes About Patience

I have learned to be patient with people. Once again I point to Rose's computer and then to the words me too.

Minute by minute, I do not get up and just go to him—

and there is nothing to be done for it, it can only be known and borne, it cannot be turned into anything fruitful or sweet, but just be faced, as what it was

Sleep and dream—but not of his return.

And they do not know language, they are waiting for him

A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a year I could write something. There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

Any ordinary favor we do for someone or any compassionate reaching out may seem to be going nowhere at first, but may be planting a seed we can't see right now. Sometimes we need to just do the best we can and then trust in an unfolding we can't design or ordain.

Last time I was watching her, I left her in her crib and when I came back, she was a puppy. Just for a couple of hours, then she was herself again.' I mean, I almost couldn't speak. I said, 'Did it occur to you to tell me this?' And she said, 'Well, I thought it might be a one-time thing. I didn't want to worry you.

I would have waited forever for you

We can say that we are struggling. It helps them to know that we are only human and doing the best that we can. They aren't stupid—they are just young. They aren't as naïve as you might imagine.

Friendship isn't all peaches and cream. Its how much you can take someone's bullshit and insults and not be offended by it.

They say every dog has its day, Ganapathi, but for this terrier twilight came before tea-time.

Today is the tomorrow you were promised yesterday.

Learning is just remembering slowly, like simmer coming to boil.

God is looking for individuals who are dependent on him and who are not expecting others to open the doors. He is watching for those who longingly wait for an open-door experience with the One who is the Master of all keys.

I'm pleased to say my knee feels a lot better. It's still not back to normal, and I don't know if it ever will be, but I'm learning to deal with it instead of expecting it to be like it was before.

Something my mom taught me when I was little is that everything happens for a reason.

A line of dark-eyed women dribbled out the door, continued past the sundries shop next door, and folded around the corner. They waited politely despite every impulse to rush the police station, leap over the desks, and tear at the files. After each unsuccessful query, they whispered down the line that the man in question could not be found, but each woman still believed her husband would be the exception.

It's just..." She scrubbed a hand across her face. "I keep looking for someone to share life with, someone patient. Not afraid of a mop or use the stove. Even-tempered, understanding, not allergic to emotion." She closed her eyes momentarily. "Someone sweet." Hunter stifled a grimace. She was describing a female with a penis.

Some things a heart won't listen to, I'm still holding out for you

So many gifts her father gave her, so she should not be surprised they continued to be given, even in the moment of his dying. ...The gifts of patience, perspective, and detachment. The gifts of silence, irrelevance, and joy.

Life is not a harvest. Just because you have an apple doesn't mean you have an orchard. You have an apple. Put a fence around it. Once you have put a fence around everything you value, then you have the total circle of your heart.

Life is not a harvest. Just because you have an apple doesn't mean you have an orchard. You have an apple.

I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little.