Quotes About Patience

He sat without moving while coffee and balloon glasses were set before them.

wishing I could do everything in my life once as practice, and then go back and do it again.

Sometimes God calms the storm, but sometimes God lets the storm rage and calms His child.

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I'm not feeling it. I believe in God even when he is silent. —AUTHOR UNKNOWN

A real man, the kind of man a woman wants to give her life to, is one who will respect her dignity, who will honor her like the valuable treasures she is. A real man will not attempt to rip her precious pearl from its protective shell, or persuade her with charm to give away her treasure prematurely, but he will wait patiently until she willingly gives him the prize of her heart. A real man will cherish and care for that precious prize forever.

In no way did God want me to settle for one of the typical "jerks" who were a dime a dozen. He wanted me to save myself for a man who had His very nature and character within him. And He wanted me to trust Him enough to bring that special man to me in His perfect time.

Leslie, don't you believe that I know who you will marry, and that I'm capable of leading you to that right man someday?

I don't believe there is such a thing as unanswered prayer. There is misguided prayers, selfish prayers, and doubting prayers, but true prayer doesn't go unanswered - it is merely abandoned prematurely due to lack of persistence and faithful endurance.

We all have been waiting for help a long time. But it never has been easy. The people must do it. You must do it.

He was standing with the wind at his back, like that mule, and he felt he could stand there indefinitely, maybe forever, like a fence post or a tree. It took a great deal of energy to be a human being, and the more the wind blew and the sun moved southwest, the less energy Tayo had.

That was the responsibility that went with being human, old Ku'oosh said, the story behind each word must be told so there could be no mistake in the meaning of what had been said; and this demanded great patience and love.

It was the eternal conundrum. Time passed too slowly, and then it was over too quickly. Hurry up and die.

Lucy Stone wasn't usually a clock watcher. Time didn't pass slowly for her; it galloped ahead of her.

Am I turning my back on myself, by getting ahead of myself?

Doing nothing is very hard to do–you never know when you're finished.

Life is like a school; one can learn, one can graduate, one can skip a grade or stay behind.

There is an art to grieving. To grieve well the loss of anyone or anything--a parent, a love, a child, an era, a home, a job--is a creative act. It takes attention and patience and courage. But many of us do not know how to grieve. We were never taught, and we don't see examples of full-bodied grieving around us. Our culture favors the fast-food model of mourning--get over it quick and get back to work; affix the bandage of "closure" and move on.

Against both of these temptations the New Testament warns us with its insistent call for a patient hope, a hope which is — on the one hand — confident and sure, an anchor of the soul, and on the other hand patient and enduring.

God does not cancel his calling. If

Sabe que dia é hoje, mãe? — Que dia, meu filho? — Dia vinte de setembro. Faz um ano que a revolução começou. D. Ana olhou as mãos caídas sobre o colo, lívidas. Fazia um ano. Um ano inteiro de ansiedades e esperas. — A gente aprende a não sentir o tempo, meu filho. Senão, acaba enlouquecendo.

We cannot go through life strong and fresh on constant express trains with ten minutes for lunch: we must have quiet hours, secret places of the Most High, times of waiting upon the Lord, when we renew our strength and learn to mount up on wings as eagles, and then come back to run and not be weary, and to walk and not faint.

A drying well will often lead the spirit to the river that flows from the throne of God.

Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him (Ps. 37:7).

He placed me in a little cage, Away from gardens fair; But I must sing the sweetest songs Because He placed me there. Not beat my wings against the cage If it's my Maker's will, But raise my voice to heaven's gate And sing the louder still!