Quotes About Patience

Life does contain moments of adventure, but these times are interspersed with long periods of plain, unvarnished hard work. The real things in life are attained at these monotonous level periods, so to speak, more than they are at the high peaks of excitement. People who in their reading feed on the lurid and melodramatic are not prepared for the long stretches of routine work which fill every life.

It struck me suddenly that rather than spending my time worrying about my destined quest, I should simply live and trust in the fates to bring me where I was needed.

It is more important to know where you are going than to get there quickly. Do not mistake activity for achievement. Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs, therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity or undue depression in adversity.

It is more important to know where you are going than to get there quickly. Do not mistake activity for achievement.

Be slow in deliberation, but be prompt to carry out your resolves

Tis much better to do a little with certainty & leave the rest for others that come after than to explain all things by conjecture without making sure of any thing.

When you leave things to Heaven, but have not done everything you could in human affairs, you will not have understood Heaven's Way. You will just be waiting for things to happen of their own accord, and this is called entrusting things to fate. For the moment, however, it could be said that if you are confused and unsettled, you should go ahead and leave things to fate.

I just entrust my body to the Creator and don't intrude my own willfulness while I'm here. This is knowing the general drift of the Way.

Hope is the last thing ever lost.

He that will have a perfect brother must resign himself to remain brotherless.

To a quick question, give a slow answer.

I've been in love for five hundred million years…

When you've waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred;

Those who arrive at Thekla can see little of the city, beyond the plank fences, the sackcloth screens, the scaffoldings, the metal armatures, the wooden catwalks hanging from ropes or supported by sawhorses, the ladders, the trestles. If you ask, "Why is Thekla's construction taking such a long time?" the inhabitants continue hoisting sacks, lowering leaded strings, moving long brushes up and down, as they answer, "So that its destruction cannot begin.

When you've waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred; and I waited; the way was long but I wasn't on foot, after all; astride the galaxy I travelled through the light-years, galloping over the planetary and stellar orbits as if I were on a horse whose shoes struck sparks; I was in a state of mounting excitement; I felt I was going forth to conquer the only thing that mattered to me, sign and dominion and name . . .

Cosimo sat in the ash tree every day, gazing at the meadow as if he could read in it something that had long been consuming him inside: the very idea of distance, of the gap that can't be bridged, of the wait that can last longer than life.

Nuestro padre se asomó al antepecho. —¡Cuando te canses de estar ahí ya cambiarás de idea! —le gritó. —Nunca cambiaré de idea —dijo mi hermano desde la rama. —¡Ya verás, en cuanto bajes! —¡No bajaré nunca más! Y mantuvo su palabra.

His memory, if he could patiently reconstruct the hours he passed, second by second, promised him boundless Edens.

A writer's work has to take account of many rhythms: Vulcan's and Mercury's, a message of urgency obtained by dint of patient and meticulous adjustments and an intuition so instantaneous that, when formulated, it acquires the finality of something that could never have been otherwise. But it is also the rhythm of time that passes with no other aim than to let feelings and thoughts settle down, mature, and shed all impatience or ephemeral contingency.

Vuoto separazione e attesa, questo siamo.

His memory, if he could patiently reconstruct the hours he had passed, second by second, promised him boundless Edens.

Quando sarai stanco di star lì cambierai idea! - gli gridò. - Non cambierò mai idea, - fece mio fratello, dal ramo. - Ti farò vedere io, appena scendi! - - E io non scenderò più! - E mantenne la parola.

At all these reflections of mine, Mr. Okeda remained silent, as he does always when I talk too much and am unable finally to extricate myself from my tangled reasoning.

And every time, he concentrates on the query of the latest interlocutor, his eyes staring, his chin quivering, his neck twisting in an effort to keep pending and in plain view all the other unresolved queries, with the mournful patience of overnervous people and the ultrasonic nervousness of overpatient people.