Quotes About Patience

On passe une moitié de sa vie à attendre ceux qu'on aimera et l'autre moitié à quitter ceux qu'on aime.

believe, in St. Augustine,—'Place your hopes in the man from whom you do not inherit.

Je n'entrave que le dail comment meck, le daron des orgues, peut atiger ses mômes et ses momignards et les locher criblant sans être agité lui-même.

But the very progress of the human race may be halted because of a desire to sit down too soon. This has often been the failing of the bourgeoisie.

Life is messy-- especially now-- it will help if you accept the mess and let it be.

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

Sometimes we have to forgive the people we love, even if we're mad as hell. That's just how it is.

This too shall pass. Life has a way of going on, and you do your best to move with it. A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there's a scar, a memory, but it fades. Finally you realize that an hour has passed without your thinking about it, then a day...

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.

Time passed slowly, in indrawn breaths and captured prayers and creaks of the chair. Vianne watched the tiny black hands on the mantel clock click forward. She patted the baby's back in rhythm with the passing minutes. Finally

Sometimes your heart got broken, but you just held on. That was all there was.

Some things in life, though, couldn't be gone in search of. They simply had to be waited for. Like the weather. You could look on the horizon and see a bank of black storm clouds. That didn't guarantee rain tomorrow. It might just as easily dawn bright and clear. There was no damn way to tell. All you could do was keep moving and live your life.

Maybe she'd thought time was more elastic, or love more forgiving.

All her life she had waited—longed for—people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

There is only the fight to recover what has been lost And found and lost again and again: and now under conditions That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss. For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business." —T. S. Eliot, from "East Coker

Time and again, she had returned to God, pleading for help, promising her faith. She wanted to believe that she was neither alone nor in charge, but rather that her life was unfolding according to His plan, even if she couldn't see it.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.

In earlier years, she had dreamed of boldly reaching for him, changing how they touched each other, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth; then, upon waking, she'd felt frustrated and swollen with a desire she could neither express nor share. She'd waited years for him to see it, see her, and reach out.

Some things in life, though, couldn't be gone in search of. They simply had to be waited for. Like the weather. You could look out on the horizon and see a bank of black storm clouds. That did not guarantee rain tomorrow. It might just as easily dawn bright and clear. There was no damn way to tell. All you could do was keep moving and live you life.

he would learn that some roads could not be refound and that true love took time and effort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that a life lived in the glare of summer sunlight never produced a rainbow.

Time. It was the rack everything hung on: life, loss, hope, love.

I don't want him to say his hope (wish) out loud. Some things need to be simply planted in the soft dirt of possibility.

As a girl, she'd waited impatiently for this unexpected weather, prayed for it for months, and no wonder. Covered in snow, Firefly Lane looked like something out of a fairy tale. The kind of place where nothing could ever go wrong, where a girl should be able to simply tell her family that she'd changed her mind.

At six, she left Jack a note on the kitchen counter, just in case he got home before she did. It was a wasted gesture, of course. With his homing skills, she'd be through menopause by the time he found it.