Quotes About Patience

I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned how to dance- waiting for the bathroom.

The safety rule is to wait at least thirty minutes after a storm has passed before venturing out.

Every day the bucket a go a wellOne day the bottom a go drop out.

Things will be OK in the end. If it's not OK, it's not the end.

How many rivers do we have to cross, Before we can talk to the boss?

The day you stop racing is the day you win the race.

When you're ready to quit, you're closer than you think.

the trouble with those of us who fail to achieve what we desire, is not that we lack the ability to do so, but that we lack the faith implicit in the "Let Go And Let God" principle, which dictates whatever is necessary for us to reach our goal will indeed occur.   We

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe. Our

Patience is the discipline to we have that will enable us to reach the goals we aspire to achieve without taking the easy detour which leads to a dead end.

wash the brush, just beats the devil out of it

So the power of prayer is found, not in convincing God of my agenda, but in waiting upon Him to hear His agenda.

The best way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until the ball stops rolling and then pick it up.

I believe there's too little patience and context to many of the investigations I read or see on television.

Sometimes,doing nothing is the best reaction.

My philosophy is to take one day at a time. I don't worry about the future. Tomorrow is even out of sight for me.

I'll play a lot, stake matches. Not like the Russians. They win the championship and then hide for three years." — Bobby Fischer, in 1971. Fischer, of course, did not keep his word and hid for 20 years instead of three.

Chess is life

All that matters on the chessboard is good moves.

Drop by drop is a water pot filled. Likewise, the wise person, gathering it little by little, fills themselves with good." THE BUDDHA (DHAMMAPADA, VERSE 122)

und dass Liebe nicht am Beginn steht, wie mit einem Mausklick herbeigeführt, sondern sich allmählich, fast hinter dem Rücken der Beteiligten einstellt, sie heimsucht wie eine Krankheit, so schön wie unheilbar.

For thirty-five years now I've been compacting old paper and books, living as I do in a land that has known how to read and write for fifteen generations; living in a onetime kingdom where it was and still is a custom, an obsession, to compact thoughts and images patiently in the heads of the population, thereby bringing them ineffable joy and even greater woe; living among people who will lay down their lives for a bale of compacted thoughts.

To peer into the mass of wastepaper and find the spine and boards of a rare book has always been a special treat for me. Instead of going after it on the spot, I'll take a piece of steel wool and give the shaft a good rub, then have another look at the paper and check whether I have the strength to pull out the book and open it, and not until I decide I do have the strength will I pick it up, and even then it shakes in my hands like a bride's bouquet at the altar.

In two decades I've lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.