Quotes About Patience

We're all just looking for a place of safety. And if you don't find one, then you have to learn how to pass the time.

After two hours or so, I gave up. I came back the next day, and the next, without success. Then I drove to the street with the pub and the shop, and parked outside. I waited, went into the shop and bought a few things, waited some more, drove home. I had absolutely no sense of wasting my time: rather, it was the opposite way round—that this was what my time was now for.

Learnt how to pass the time. That's one of the things about life. We're all just looking for a place of safety. And if you don't find one, then you have to learn how to pass the time.

At the end of my first year at university, I was at home for three months, visibly and unrepentantly bored. Those of the same age today will find it hard to imagine the laboriousness of communication back then. Most of my friends were far-flung, and—by some unexpressed but clear parental mandate—use of the telephone was discouraged. A letter, and then a letter in reply. It was all slow-paced, and lonely.

Billiards doesn't have to end. A game of billiards could last for ever, even if you were losing all the time. I don't like things to end.

Chi poteva sapere come l'avrebbe pensata, il futuro? Ci aspettiamo troppo dal domani, sperando che sappia contrastare l'oggi.

Later—well, what came later, came later.

at my age, one must ration one's excitement

be honest, he sometimes felt a creeping impatience for his father to quit the scene, leaving John as his uncle's direct heir.

I know that I am—all that I am. And all that I am is full and ripe. All that I am is standing still, waiting and watching and bursting with life. Holding the straining seams of my skin, my passion and wit and my sanity in. Waiting for someone to soothe and to say "I understand. You're home.

One could tolerate an acid tongue for a time when the owner of it was so very pretty.

No, Lord Waterburn threatened to shoot us for singing." Waterburn had no patience for such whimsy. "I did no such thing," he said flatly. "I might have done, however," the marquess teased. "Depending upon the song.

eyes fixed on her as though she were the first sign of land after months at sea.

Love.' What a wilderness of pain, of yearning, of loss could be contained in that word. Patient and kind nonsense, is how Lady Fennimore had put it. Love wasn't for cowards; he wondered if it was for the wise. He supposed love itself made you stupid at first, or no one, no one would ever fall in love at all.

She surprised him by agreeing. Yes, I was simply curious, and no, I would never criticize you in front of your followers. Do you have the patience to endure one more question, husband? What is it? When do you suppose you'll leave me behind?

Every man has a weakness, he patiently explained. I'll find theirs, I promise you. Every man? Yes, he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. What is your weakness, Brodick? she asked. You.

Brenna jumped to her feet the second Father Sinclair entered the chamber. I'm so happy to see you, she cried out. Be happy sitting down, Jamie ordered, hovering over her patient like a mother hen.

I realize you don't understand you shouldn't argue with me, and so I'll explain it to you. Don't argue with me.

Nathan had just announced that come hell or high water,he was going to fix his flower.He just needed time to find out how.

He knew she needed time to sort the problem out in her mind. Because he was such a patient man, he decided to give her an hour or two to agree. He thought he was being very courteous, and cautioned himself against letting such consideration become a habit.

The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. …" OLD TESTAMENT, ECCLESLASTES, 4:2

A soft answer turneth away wrath." OLD TESTAMENT

One of us continues to swim back and forth in her lane long after everyone else has gotten out, and when we call out her name - Alice, time's up! - the lifeguard lifts his hand and says, quietly, One more lap.

but an idea had presented itself to him, knocking at his brain like a nighttime traveler, and instead of shutting the door in its face, Browles built it a fire, he drew a chair for it up to the hearth and spent half a decade trying to decipher and then convey what it struggled to tell him. He was patient and industrious and quietly determined. Buffeted by setbacks and rejection and his own limitations, he persevered.