Quotes About Patience

The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.

So be gentle with yourself; show yourself the same kindness and patience you might show a young child - the child you once were. If you won't be your own friend, who will be? If, when playing an opponent, you are also opposing yourself, you will be outnumbered.

Remember to take your time. There is no need to rush.

Millions of words are written annually purporting to tell how to beat the races, whereas the best possible advice on the subject is found in the three monosyllables 'Do not try.'

The future is much like the present, only longer.

Don't taunt the alligator until after you've crossed the creek.

Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.

every relationship you are in will fail, until one doesn't

I get bored. We seem to have been having a little bit more time off this winter than last winter. I'm always itching to get back in the car. It's going to get harder, so I've got to make sure that I'm doing everything I possibly can do to make sure I can start next season how I ended this season.

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I'm a patient man, but I'm not going to wait endlessly." "But...," She stammered. "But what?" "It's so fast." He growled. "When I went slow, you wanted fast. Now I'm going fast, you want slow. Luanne Mayfair, are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose, or is it just a lucky side benefit as far as you're concerned?

Nothing is over until God says it is.

Because the truth is, I'm always the guy sitting on the curb. Or on the floor of my room. Or wherever. I'm the one who waits for something that never comes.

Tired is the catchall for everything when you're a parent of a small child. When your child throws a tantrum, when your child refuses to kiss his grandmother, when your child doesn't say thank you, when your child does anything remotely shitty, you can always just say: He's tired or She didn't get enough sleep last night and you're off the hook.

If you learn to trust and rely on God completely—even when things look hopeless—He will amaze you every time. The outcome may not be the outcome you pictured or how you would have done it yourself, but in the end it will work out better than you could have hoped for.

He told me patience was the most important thing when you wanted something. He told me not to rush, that rushing just got you nowhere faster.

Mom says good health is like buying an appliance at a garage sale. You do the best you can to make sure it's in good shape and then leave the rest to God.

I don't want to miss all of God's little surprises because I'm tied in knots over something I can't change.

So, do I win this test of patience, then, Admiral?" His eyes swung into focus. Sharp, intent, steady focus. And then his lips curved in a slow, wicked smile that made her realize she was in over her head, here. Far over her head. The smile grew wicked. "Obviously . . . not.

I'll make you happy, Juliet," he announced, still lounging on the bed with one leg propped over his bent knee, his stockinged foot bouncing playfully up and down. His eyes were warm and laughing. "Providing you can be patient and understanding with me whilst I fumble my way from wild young bachelor to tame and loving husband." He grinned. "I'm impossibly hopeless, you know." "Yes. I know.

Writing well involves walking the path of most resistance. Sitting still, being patient, allowing the lunatic dream to take shape on the page, then the shaping, the pencil on the page, breathing, slowing down, being willing–no, more than willing, being wide open–to press the bruise until it blossoms.

The writer's life requires courage, patience, empathy, openness. It requires the ability to be alone with oneself. Gentle with oneself. To be disciplined, and at the same time, take risks.

Don't think too much. There'll be time to think later. Analysis won't help. You're chiseling now. You're passing your hands over the wood. Now the page is no longer blank. There's something there. It isn't your business yet to know whether it's going to be prize-worthy someday, or whether it will gather dust in a drawer. Now you've carved the tree. You've chiseled the marbled. You've begun.

When you look back at your life, I bet you can think of quite a few situations that happened, things that seemed like setbacks, but of which you can now say, "I'm so glad that happened!" Everything happens for a reason. I believe that with my whole heart.