Quotes About Patience

Its not over, until the Lord says its over.

Over time, Jack came to realize that if he approached a problem correctly, worked at it long enough, and refused to let initial failures get him down, he could find a solution. One

L'única saviesa que podem esperar d'obtenir és la saviesa de la humilitat: la humilitat que no té fi. La única sabiduría que podemos esperar obtener es la sabiduría de la humildad: la humildad que no tiene fin.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Only through time time is conquered

We must learn to suffer more.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, 'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The crying and the shouting Prison and place and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience

I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

life is long between the desire and the spasm.

The World is trying the experiment of attempting to form a civilized but non-Christian mentality. The experiment will fail; but we must be very patient in awaiting its collapse; meanwhile redeeming the time: so that the Faith may be preserved alive through the dark ages before us; to renew and rebuild civilization, and save the World from suicide.

We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.

i said to my soul be still and wait so the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.

What shall we do tomorrow What shall we ever do? We shall play a game of chess, Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door

They know and do not know, that acting is suffering And suffering is action. Neither does the actor suffer Nor the patient act. But both are fixed To an eternal action, an eternal patience To which all must consent that it may be willed And which all must suffer that they may will it, That the pattern may subsist, for the pattern is the action And the suffering, that the wheel may turn and still Be forever still.

What shall I do now? What shall I do? I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? What shall we ever do? The hot water at ten. And if it rains, a closed car at four. And we shall play a game of chess, Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance, Admire the moments Discuss the late events, Correct our watches by the public clocks. Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.

Leš što si ga lane zakopao u bašti Pušta li ve? izdanke? Ho?e li procvetati ove godine, Il' mu je nenadna stud leju uništila?

Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray For children at the gate Who will not go away and cannot pray: Pray for those who chose and oppose

Whatever you have learned, Harry, you must remember That there is always more: we cannot rest in being The impatient spectators of malice or stupidity. We must try to penetrate the other private worlds Of make-believe and fear. To rest in our own suffering Is evasion of suffering. We must learn to suffer more.

I have saved this afternoon for you.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Although I do not hope to turn again Although I do not hope Although I do not hope to turn