Quotes About Patience

Did God answer you? He smiled. "Still waiting," he said.

Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

It's a quiet theft, how time lures people away.

Don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long

El Maestro: Do not attack the strings, Francisco. Francisco Presto: No, Maestro. El Maestro: Coax them. Francisco Presto: Yes, Maestro. El Maestro: Make them hunger for your next note. Same as in life. Francisco Presto: In life, Maestro? El Maestro: When you want someone to listen to you, will you attack them? Francisco Presto: No, Maestro. El Maestro: No, you will not. you will make them hear the beauty of what you are offering, and they will want it for themselves.

On earth, we get the what of things. The why takes a little longer.

Only God can write the end of your story. God has left me alone, Dor said. The old man shook his head. You were never alone.

Dan bila kita masih melihat diri kita lewat masa lalu kita, kita tidak melihat apa yang telah dilakukan oleh Tuhan. Apa yang dapat Tuhan lakukan! Kita tidak melihat hal-hal kecil yang terjadi di dalam hidup kita --

But the Reb, I'd learned, was like a tough old tree; he bent with the storms but he would not snap.

And while she didn't know it then, she was learning another truth about love: it comes when it comes. Simple as that.

Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo

He tolerated it until he could tolerate it no more.

Only God can write the end of your story." "God has left me alone," Dor said. The old man shook his head. "You were never alone.

Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

You cannot talk when you first arrive. He smiled. It helps you listen.

Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen

And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

He'd said all prayers were answered, but sometimes, the answer is no

sometimes the answer is no.

He stayed that way for a while, fallen man, porcelain angel, as if the two of them waited for a bus.

The old darkness has taken a seat alongside him. He is used to it by now, making room for it the way you make room for a commuter on a crowded bus.

Hope is the power to keep focusing on the larger vision while taking the small, often undramatic, steps toward that future.

One has to walk through the fields of knowledge to pick its flowers. Run, and you will miss the best blossoms.

No matter how confused, how tired, or how sad, every night has its morning.