Quotes About Patience

Sometimes he would be finished talking before we had started listening.

I'm so involved in the process that sometimes at the end of a day, I can look at the piece on my desk and really wonder how it got there. At other times, I really have to struggle with a piece to turn it into what I had in mind. Sometimes, I give up and leave it half finished to work on something else. Then in a few days, when I come back to it, I can see what it wants to be... which sometimes is not at all what I had in mind. When I just let that happen, things seem to go more smoothly.

Why, so can I, or so can any man; / But will they come when you do call for them?

Perseverance is where the gods dwell.

proof. It will come in its own time and in its own way. What I can do is describe how I have learned to use it

That is the true challenge--to work within a narrow confine. To accept what you cannot have; that from which you cannot deviate.

Among the things she said: Women seem to possess all the natural gifts essential to a good portraitist ... such as personality, patience and intuition. The sitter ought to be the predominating factor in a successful portrait. Men portraitist are apt to forget this; they are inclined to lose the sitter in a maze of technique luxuriating in the cleverness and beauty of their own medium.

Taking action is hard, but know what? Enduring a bad situation can be its own hell.

Art is long, life is short.

I should not ever live with anyone, because I just don't have the patience for it. I'm very cranky around other people.

Sometimes the most dangerous enemy is a hasty heart," he said softly.

Sometimes, the most effective form of interrogation is to say nothing.

Being, however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house-keeper's opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.

THIS is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

In my youth, I should have chafed and fretted under the irritation of my own unreasonable state of mind. In my age, I knew better, and went out philosophically to walk it off.

If I only had the privileges of a man, I would order out Sir Percival's best horse instantly, and tear away on a night-gallop, eastward, to meet the rising sun—a long, hard, heavy, ceaseless gallop of hours and hours, like the famous highwayman's ride to York. Being, however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house-keeper's opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.

Nothing in the world is hidden forever.

People in low life have no such privilege. Necessity, which spares our betters, has no pity on us. We learn to put our feelings back into ourselves, and to jog on with our duties as patiently as may be.

Marian and I avoided all further reference to that other subject, which by her consent and mine, was not to be mentioned between us yet. It was not the less present in our minds--it was rather kept alive in them by the restraint which we had imposed on ourselves

Evil report, with time and chance to help it, travels patiently, and travels far.

Ah! How much happiness there is in life if we will only have the patience to wait for it.

Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.

When things are at the worst, they're sure to mend. Things can't be much worse, Mr. Franklin, than they are now.

I think it will end here. When I can bear it no longer, I think it will end here.