Quotes About Patience

I feel quite unreasonably happy this minute, watching them both; knowing I can go and join them in the warmth, yet staying here in the cold.

Sounds like a boring life. I hope it lasts forever, she said.

Sometimes it takes an entire morning to outlive a dream, to outwake a dream.

Las puestas de sol no tienen prisa, y nosotros tampoco. El cielo se encuentra sometido a un sortilegio poderoso y estructurado.

But it will definitely come. Maybe now, maybe never.

No one knows the day or the hour.

At what point is it acceptable to give up?

The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.

Perhaps you're not finished with your story, and who knows if you'll ever finish it or not. Honestly, it's not that important.

We don't pray for rain. We wait for rain, and when it comes, we thank God for it.

I sit down on the curb, outside the Opera. People passing look at me. I will wait here for a hundred years. Or until the hot meat of romance is cooled by the dull gravy of common sense once more

When I was sixteen I read ten books a week: E.E. Cummings, William Faulkner, Henry James, Hart Crane, John Steinbeck. I thought I progressed in literature by reading faster and faster--but reading more is reading less. I learned to slow down.

The world moves along at such a fast clip that we have little patience when things are slow, whether it's the line at a supermarket or Internet access. We've become intolerant of those things that cannot be accelerated or skipped entirely. I can't speed up the foundation work for a building, nor can I expect to play piano like Glenn Gould just because I want to.

How many bites of the apple do you get?

Sometimes in life you have to let people breathe before it all comes back to bite you!

I no longer believe love works like a fairy tale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we just might wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon. In my opinion, that's even better than a miracle. I'd rather earn the money than win the lottery because there's no joy in a reward unless it comes at the end of a story.

There are things you cannot understand, and you must learn to live with this. Not only must you learn to live with this, you must learn to enjoy this.

Here are two things I found taking the long road, though: Applause is a quick fix. And love is an acquired taste.

The real voice is stiller and smaller and seems to know, without confusion, the difference between right and wrong and the subtle delineation between the beautiful and profane. It's not an agitated voice, but ever patient as though it approves a million false starts. The voice I am talking about is a deep water of calming wisdom.

Jason decided to stop yelling at his daughter and, instead, created a better story to invite her into.

I kept asking Him to say it again, but He wouldn't. I guess it's because I heard Him the first time, you know.

I no longer believe love works like a fairy tale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we just might wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon.

Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so. You feel like running, but life is on a stroll. This is how God does things.

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