Quotes About Patience

For a while is a phrase whose length can't be measured. At least by the person who's waiting. And probably is a word whose weight is incalculable.

Some things can't be solved just by going wild every now and then.

Killing time is not an easy job

It's simple. If there's no station, no trains will stop there.

I had to put my faith in time.

I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I am much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That's just the kind of person I am. I'm the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox.

The passage of time usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless.

I can't read, can't listen to music. I can't do anything but just sit there, waiting for morning to come.

I turned to run, but I didn't actually take a step, even though I wanted to. That wasn't the way I was raised. My mother taught me that if you knock on a door, you have to wait there until someone answers.

It's not that I don't believe in contemporary literature, he added, but I don't want to waste valuable time reading any book that has not had the baptism of time. Life is too short.

To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don't necessarily end up so. That's the feeling I have, as someone who's felt this, who's experienced it.

Cuando uno está rodeado de tinieblas, la única alternativa es permanecer inmóvil hasta que tus ojos se acostumbren a la oscuridad

that we are in here not to correct the deformation but to accustom ourselves to it: that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities. Just as each person has certain idiosyncrasies in the way he or she walks, people have idiosyncrasies in the way they think and feel and see things, and though you might want to correct them, it doesn't happen overnight, and if you try to force the issue in one case, something else might go funny.

Needless to say, it takes quite a bit of time, plus effort, to go through each stage, step by step, and arrive at a conclusion. Sometimes it takes too long, and by the time I'm convinced, it's already too late. But what're you going to do? That's the kind of person I am.

I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless. Then, sooner or later, I forget about them.

No me queda más remedio que ser paciente, deshacer los nudos y volver a conectar cada hilo. Recomponer la situación. ¿Por dónde empiezo? No encuentro el punto de partida. Estoy anclado al pie de un alto muro. La pared que me rodea es resbaladiza como la superficie de un espejo. No hay nada a lo que echar mano. Nada a lo que agarrarse. Estoy perdido

In other words, what we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you

I've never liked giving up on a book once I've started it. I always hold out hope that there will be some riveting development toward the end, though the chances of that are pretty slim.

People devote a lot of energy to thinking about things. Whether they want to or not. Yet in the end we all just have to wait - only time can tell how events play out. The answers lie ahead.

Speaking frankly and speaking the truth are two different things entirely. Honesty is to truth as prow is to stern. Honesty appears first and truth appears last. The interval between varies in direct proportion to the size of ship. With anything of size, truth takes a long time in coming. Sometimes it only manifests itself posthumously. Therefore, should I impart you with no truth at this juncture, that is through no fault of mine. Nor yours.

Unsure how to answer, I took another grape. Time was no problem for me, but I wasn't eager to hear the long life story of a dwarf. And besides, this was a dream. It could evaporate any moment.