Quotes About Patience

She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

The night is long that never finds the day.

I am to wait, though waiting so be hell. Sonnet 58.13

I hope they will not come upon us now. King Henry: We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Invest me in my motley. Give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world If they will patiently receive my medicine.

One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.

youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

Our tears are not yet brewed.

Come, thou tortoise!

I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood, For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.

If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.

we must obey the time.

For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. HAMLET: Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!

Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature That you can let this go? Are you so gospelled, To pray for this good man and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave, And beggared yours for ever?

The which if you with patient ears attend

better a little chiding than a great deal of heart-break.

Elizabeth was so sweet this afternoon trying to show P.B. his sitting room. He became absorbed in some jungle prints along the passage and would not come. The corners of her mouth went down after the third attempt & putting both hands on his shoulders she said angelically: 'Bertie do listen to me.' He kissed her and came at once.

19 But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. 20 For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.

Perhaps, he thought, if I only think of this second, this moment, the train won't come at all. Think of the water, think of now.