Quotes About Patience

Le cose non sono mai come dovrebbero essere, - osservò il vecchio. - Se aspetti che cambino non combinerai mai nulla.

Art is long. If we work for ourselves of course we must hurry. If we work for her we must often pause.

Y]ou are passing through a darkness in which I myself in my ignorance see nothing but that you have been made wretchedly ill by it; but it is only a darkness, it is not an end, or the end. Don't think, don't feel, any more than you can help, don't conclude or decide—don't do anything but wait.

This small struggle sprang not a little, in its way, from the same impulse that had now carried him across to Notre Dame; the impulse to let things be, to give them time to justify themselves or at least to pass.

for the modern indignity of travel—the promiscuities and vulgarities, the station and the hotel, the gregarious patience, the struggle for a scrappy attention, the reduction to a numbered state. The

In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.

Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge.

when you are convinced that all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous.

either you take in believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird.

Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

Build your cities proud and high. Lay your sewers. Span your rivers. Work feverishly. Sleep dreamlessly. Sing madly, like the bulbul. Underneath, below the deepest foundations, there lives another race of men. They are dark, sombre, passionate. They muscle into the bowels of the earth. They wait with a patience which is terrifying. They are the scavengers. They emerge when everything topples into dust.

You see, to me it seems as though the artists, the scientists, the philosophers were grinding lenses. It's all a grand preparation for something that never comes off. Someday the lens is going to be perfect and then we're all going to see clearly, see what a staggering, beautiful world it is…

Everything is endured—disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui—in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.

Tudo se suporta...a desgraça, humilhação, pobreza, guerra, crime, ennui...em nome da crença de que, de um dia para o outro, algo ocorrerá, um milagre que fará com que a vida se torne tolerável.

There are no facts--there is only the fact that man, every man everywhere in the world is on his way to ordination. Some men take the long route and some men take the short route. Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

She stood there waiting for me to approach, as though absolutely certain that I would take her by the arm and continue strolling down the avenue.

You have to get beyond pity, in order to feel from the very roots of your being. One can't make a new heaven and earth with facts. There are no facts. There is only the fact man, every man, everywhere in the world is on his way to ordination. Some men take the long route, and some take the short route. Every man is working out his destiny in his own way, and nobody can be of help except by being kind, generous and patient.

One must have the patience of radium buried beneath a Himalayan peak.

John, did Peter Owen (publisher) send you a copy of my book about books? If not I shall flay him. You were first on the list. But the English move slowly. They are all constipated, water-logged, worm-ridden, damn them!

I didn't give a fuck whether I found anything or not. The thing is, never to be too anxious. Everything comes in due time.

Live deep instead of fast.

Even though Moses was an exile in the desert, he was right on God's schedule, in the fullness of God's timing, in the middle of God's will for that moment.

Moses had to re-check Gods' directions constantly. He obeyed God, spoke to Pharaoh, and everything went wrong, but Moses didn't quit. He went back to the Lord to clarify what was happening.