Quotes About Patience

I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, 'I would like to kick him.' Instead I kick the table. I say, 'This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.

He's not dead. But I have a feeling he's bored. That's worse.

Let us think only of the good days that are to come.

Got on! Got on! It's not a question of getting on. That's the wrong view altogether. The Classics aren't a ladder leading to quick success.

One must have consideration for those less gifted than oneself.

The longer the time that has elapsed, the more things fall into proportion. One sees them in their true relationship to one another.

Do not antagonize your son! He is of an age to choose for himself. Because his choice is not your choice, do not assume that you must be right. If it is a misfortune—then accept misfortune. Be at hand to aid him when he needs aid. But do not turn him against you.

It's no use resenting a thing that you've no power to stop.

We are ready to despair too soon, we are ready to say, 'What's the good of doing anything?' Hope is the virtue we should cultivate most in this present day and age.

The darkest day, lived till tomorrow, will have passed away?

If only father would be decent and die, I should be all right.

I've got a very nice staff here. People with patience, you know, and good temper, and not too brainy, because if you have people who are brainy, they are bound to be very impatient.

When it is a question of an irate middle-aged lady, there is only one thing to be done - listen to her.

The other two waited respectfully while M. Bouc struggled in mental agony.

So many things are difficult," said Miss Marple. It was a useful phrase which she used often.

Expect me when you see me.

These older people were the limit... They harped on things so.

The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small—

Tuppence had once laid upon him a serious injunction. ' If anybody over the age of sixty-five finds fault with you,' she said, 'never argue. Never try to say you're right. Apologize at once and say it was all your fault and you're very sorry and you'll never do it again.

Are you still there monsieur Poirot?" Demanded Mrs. Oliver. At the same time, the operator requested more money. With these formalities completed, Poirot spoke once more. "Are you still there Madame?" "I'M still here." Said Mrs. Oliver. "And don't let's waste any more money asking each other if we're there. What is it?

It is looking for the needle in the haystack, I grant—but in the haystack there is a needle—of that I am convinced!

Pas encore. Qa m'amuse." "Really, Poirot!" "Yes, my friend. I grow old and childish, do I not?

Life is very trying.

Well, well. I know all we medicos hand these things out freely nowadays. Nobody tells young women who can't sleep to count sheep, or get up and eat a biscuit, or write a couple of letters and then go back to bed. Instant remedies, that's what people demand nowadays. Sometimes I think it's a pity we give them to them. You've got to learn to put up with things in life. All very well to stuff a comforter into a baby's mouth to stop it crying. Can't go on doing that all a person's life.