Quotes About Patience

It may take three years, it may take five, it may take ten, but that will be the war of Indo-china.

The one trying to have the last word is rarely walking in the Word.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words," he says. "You don't want me dead.

We may not die from age, but we grow weary with it.

So much of winning is waiting. The other part, though, is taking the shot when it comes. Unleashing all that momentum.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

So long as you're begging, he doesn't mind a bit.

A well-seasoned strategist waits for the right opportunity.

I do not have endless patience," Balekin growls. "Cultivate it," Cardan says, and with a small bow, he navigates us away from Balekin and Madoc.

You're going to get all the things you think you can't have," she says quietly, reaching out to rub red lipstick from my cheek. "You just don't know it yet.

Barron's stuck teaching me. It's supposed to be just for a few months, until I graduate from Wallingford. Let's see if we can stand each other that long.

What does that mean?" The Thistlewitch smiled. "Time will tell. It always does.

We'll get you another day," Gavriel said, with such odd sincerity that she had to smile.

no matter how eager you are for it, you cannot make the moon set nor rise any faster.

He didn't dare think about the past, and he wouldn't let himself think about the future.

Now what?' 'We wait for the sun together,' he says, his gaze going to the hot blush of the horizon. 'And no one dies.' He sits with her as red turns to gold, as blue edges out black. He sits with her as grey creeps over Aslog's skin, and he does not look away from the betrayal on her face as she becomes stone.

This will be over quickly, he'd said. But not everything is better for being fast.

Jude, nie próbuj zrobi? tego na siÅ'Ä™. Pozwól, ?eby samo przyszÅ'o.

I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.

Por mucho que te empeñes, no conseguirás que la luna salga o se ponga más deprisa.

Por mucho que te empeñes, no conseguirás que la luna se ponga o salga más deprisa.

And you think it was sunrise I was waiting for and not my queen.

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

I am not yet in pain. But I do not doubt that I will be.