Quotes About Patience

This forgiving business is not a sprint but a marathon, chère.

Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.

Change was supposed to be good for the soul, and turmoil created patience, but sometimes accepting either wasn't easy.

Drag your feet a little. Heaven is timeless

Faith may want answers, but somehow it is able to survive without them.

What a time for the bulb to got Wait here. I'll get one from the kitchen." As

Dad, that's wonderful!" Nancy exclaimed. "I hope we hear something soon." Her father chuckled. "When you were a little girl, Nancy, you were always eager to have things happen. I used to say to you, 'Hold your horses!' Now I'm saying it again. Don't get your hopes up too high." Nancy laughed. "Spoken like a lawyer," she teased, and then said good-by.

The woman who looks to God in the face of unkindness becomes more beautiful through suffering. Her face does not bear the lines of bitterness and a disturbed countenance. She displays a rare and remarkable beauty because she has learned to wait upon God. Her happiness is out of reach of those who have wronged her.

Men trust God by risking rejection. Women trust God by waiting.

Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it's never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.

Instant gratification takes too long.

One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.

Jesus, you talk too much.

In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of they hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might

Son, do you know how love should be begun? The boy sat small and listening and still. Slowly he shook his head. The old man leaned closer and whispered: A tree. A rock. A cloud.

People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.

were trying to dig up the roots of that big oak stump near the

Ninguno de ellos sabía por qué estaban allí o lo que harían, pero sabían que tenían que esperar, y que la hora se acercaba

about them always.

When God saw fit to bestow such a gift, a man with any sense didn't ask questions.

You're born but you're not buried yet.

Come and sit down girl, for days you've been flying around there like a bluebottle.

Cos as me dad always said, fast women and slow horses get you nowhere.

Why look to far ahead, when there was nothing to see but dark clouds?