Quotes About Patience

I speak to H. in a bar in downtown L.A. Over a schooner of beer he waits out the day

It takes long practice, yes. You have to work. Did you think you could snap your fingers, and have it as a gift? What is worth having is worth working for.

When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again.

She had been hurt too when they pulled apart; one day, perhaps, they'd be able to talk about it....

There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it.

Write some letters." "Don't want to." "Bake a cake to give that boy a slice of." "He might come while I'm still making it, and then we'd have to make conversation for an hour and a half till it was ready. Anyway, we've got some biscuits." "Well, I give up," he said.

there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.

To ask the question and wait for the answer is to know that there will be no answer.

but knowing that she could do it wasn't the same as being able to do it just then.

by helping them to learn and understand about themselves and each other and the way everything works, and by showing them how to be kind instead of cruel, and patient instead of hasty, and cheerful instead of surly, and above all how to keep their minds open and free and curious…

Pero entonces no habríamos podido construir. Nadie es capaz de hacerlo si antepone sus deseos. En nuestros diversos mundos, todos tenemos que esforzarnos en conseguir esas cosas tan difíciles como ser alegres, bondadosos, curiosos, valientes y pacientes, y tenemos que estudiar, pensar y trabajar duro, y entonces lograremos construir…

her, so Ama was free to imagine. One day she took some flat bread sweetened with honey and walked the three-hour journey along the trail to Cho-Lung-Se, where there was a monastery. By wheedling and patience, and by bribing the porter with some of the honey bread, she managed to gain an audience with the great healer Pagdzin

Marcel Delamare asked the question with enormous and unconcealed patience.

She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, except that she knew that if she fooled around for long enough, without fretting, or nagging herself, she'd find out.

Suppose it never stops? she whispered. The gyptian man didn't say it'd do that. Just that there was going to be a flood. It feels as if it's going on forever. There isn't enough water in all the world to do that. Eventually it'll stop and the sun'll come out. Every flood stops in the end and goes down.

She watched it calmly, content not to know at first but to know that a meaning was coming, and then it began to clear. She let it dance on until it was certain.

and asked the I Ching: Should I be here doing this, or should I go on somewhere else and keep searching? The reply came: Keeping still, so that restlessness dissolves; then, beyond the tumult, one can perceive the great laws. It went on: As a mountain keeps still within itself, thus a wise man does not permit his will to stray beyond his situation.

Lyra was bursting to interrupt, because she knew this process. So did Dr Malone, and so did the poet Keats, whoever he was, and all of them knew you couldn't get it by straining towards it.

The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.

There's no remaking reality... Just take it as it comes. Hold your ground and take it as it comes. There's no other way.

There is no life without patience.

Inhibition doesn't grow on trees, you know—takes patience, takes concentration, takes a dedicated and self-sacrificing parent and a hard-working attentive little child to create in only a few years' time a really constrained and tight-ass human being.

Enduring tedium over real time in a confined space is what real courage is

a paciencia de los neoyorquinos para las multitudes, las colas y las esperas, resulta muy impresionante si no estás acostumbrada a ella; son capaces de permanecer todos inactivos en lugares sin aire durante periodos extensos, con unas expresiones en los ojos que indican esa combinación neoyorquina única de meditación y depresión clínica, claramente infelices, pero sin quejarse para nada.