Quotes About Patience

You have to measure everything twice because you can only cut once.

There's so much to life than what you are feeling right now.

of those days when everything's in vain … a stone bummer from start to finish; and if you know what's good for you, on days like these you sort of hunker down in a safe corner and watch.

No, we are getting ahead of our story, and only an jackass would do that

A tr?i înseamn? a aÅŸtepta ÅŸi a îndura timpul.

I realized that life means waiting, enduring the passage of time. Nothing ever quite meets our expectations, yet as long as we are alive, time flows on, and everything eventually comes to pass.

It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn.

The magic of Paul's intelligence is that he has more patience than anyone I've ever met, and with it he simply wears problems down. To count a hundred million stars, he told me once, at the rate of one per second, sounds like a job that no one could possibly complete in a lifetime. In reality, it would only take three years. The key is focus, a willingness not to be distracted. And that is Paul's gift: an intuition of just how much a person can do slowly.

Life has taught this boy to string nets beneath his hopes.

Those whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first make bored.

She kept on patching up the edifice of her deceit until Bond wanted to spank her and tell her to relax and tell the truth. Instead he just gave her a reassuring pat on the back outside her room and told her to hurry up and have her bathe. Then he went on to his room.

When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant. All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them. Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through.

She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance.

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.

The past had shown him many times that the future would be its own solution.

He knew from long experience that a letter sent in fury merely put a weapon into the hands of your enemy. Poison, in preserved form, to be used against you long into the future.

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves, Confucius said.

The details were apt and convincing enough, but surely not so very difficult to marshal if you were halfway observant and had the patience to write them all down.

He turned out the lamps and walked down to his bedroom. He had no preliminary sketch of an idea, not a scrap, not even a hunch, and he would not find it by sitting at the piano and frowning hard. It could come only in its own time. He knew from experience that the best he could do was relax, step back

I'll wait for you. Come back. She meant it. Time would show she really meant it.

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time

üks inimene, kes ootab teist, on nagu matemaatiline tehe, mil pole emotsioonidega mingit pistmist. Ootab. Üks inimene ei tee lihtsalt tükil ajal midagi, kuni teine kohale jõuab.

As with alchemy, it's never the result that matters; it's the time spent on the process, the discipline of repetition.

A very smart man I once knew said that anticipation was sixty percent of life