Quotes About Patience

The greatest oak was once a little nut who held its ground.

One may go a long way after one is tired.

The difference between the difficult and the impossible is that the impossible takes a little longer time.

How come wrong numbers are never busy?

#WhenIWasYourAge: It took a week to learn whether your photos came out okay.

God always answers our prayers, but sometimes the answer is no.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

Helpless, cruel hours of waiting in the night; lying on the left side the heart is smothered; turning on the right side, still no comfort; finally lying on the back; always a prey to the energy of the child, trying with one's hands pressed on the swelling body to give a message to the child. Cruel hours of tender waiting in the night. What seems countless nights passing like this. With what a price we pay for the glory of motherhood.

Do not put off until tomorrow what can be put off till day-after-tomorrow just as well.

TO-MORROW. The only day in the year that appeals to a lazy man.

One of these days is none of these days.

He loses his thanks who promises and delays.

A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain.

Between to-day and to-morrow are graves, and between promising and fulfilling are chasms.

There is no short cut. For anything worth having one must pay the price, and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice — no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

Don't quote your proverb till you bring your ship into port.

A quotation at the right moment is like bread in a famine.

Don't miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow while looking for that pot of gold.

Be thankful for the little things, that always come your way, For little things to wondrous size, perchance may grow some day. Don't cast aside red roses, just because of one sharp thorn, Remember it's the darkest night, that brings the brightest dawn.

He who would gather roses must not fear thorns.

The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it.

While on a ladder, never step back to admire your work.

Winter's modest, muted sermon is— be patient and have faith. Springtime speaks lively green and spirited— love and grow and rejoice! Summer sings its blue-sky, simple lesson— life is good, let's play! Autumn's thankful, orange-red voice says— harvest, reflect, prepare.

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.