Quotes About Patience

The next time you think that there's something that you "can't live without", wait for a week and then see if you're still alive or not

SAM OWEN always fished by night.

Life let you have what you wanted. But life was like a storekeeper who put up a sign saying "Buy now, pay later," and tempted you into buying so much that you were in debt for years

The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray.

You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

The whole thing starts with a single knot and needles. A word and pen. Tie a loop in nothing. Look at it. Cast on, repeat the procedure till you have a line that you can work with. It's a pattern made of relation alone, my patience, my rhythm, till empty bights create a fabric that can be worn, if you're lucky and practised. It's never too late to pick up dropped stitches... (from "How to Knit a Poem")

she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.

Te espero por siempre

I will wait for you forever.

Everything has to be at once for six-month-old puppies, six-year-old children, and reformers of any age.

Every hour or so, he looked at his watch, and it would be three or four minutes later.

Father, dear father, come home with me now,The clock in the belfry strikes one;You said you were coming right home from the shopAs soon as your day's work was done.

An unwatched pot boils immediately.

My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant's point of view.

One of these days is none of these days.

He preacheth patience that never knew pain.

Non-violence is the policy of the vegetable kingdom

In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins, not through strength but by perseverance.