Quotes About Patience

In some ways, "waiting on the Lord" is the hardest part of trusting. It is not the same as "waiting around." It is putting yourself with utter vulnerability in his hands.

Love and hurry are fundamentally incompatible.

I remember how at night I didn't have slow, sweet talks, but merely rushed the children to bed so I could have more time to myself.

A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree, the more they're beaten the better they be.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go to school because I was still green. I couldn't go downstairs to breakfast because I couldn't eat. So, I did the only thing I could do — I stayed in bed. And, I don't mean for just a few hours. I stayed in bed for a whole week.

For the anvil never cries for the iron.

It is not that the noble nature loves monotony, any more than it loves darkness or pain. But it can bear with it, and receive a high pleasure in the endurance or patience, a pleasure necessary to the well-being of this world; while those who will not submit to the temporary sameness, but rush from one change to another, gradually dull the edge of change itself, and bring a shadow and weariness over the whole world from which there is no more escape.

Gina wouldn't be coming back until she marched in with Jesus and all the saints.

Thanks, Alice," Grant said, and to Lucas, "I don't like you, and I suspect you don't like me, but try to be fair. Don't stick yourself into this campaign. Don't sabotage me." "I'm not trying—" "Whether you're trying or not, that's the effect," Grant said. "Wait a week or ten days, let the election take place, then do your worst. But give me a chance. I've worked very hard for it.

VIRGIL HAD BEEN WORKING the telephone from his truck

This could be handled. Everything can be handled by he who waits.

don't have them all, yet.

Take a while to find all that out, but I won't lose any

Kids are wonderful, even when they're not.

you'll get back to your trucks. Some of those people, you

doing this for a long time, honey. I'd be

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

Fear sits and smiles and is predatory, immobile and silent and serene; an observer who conserves his energy and is content to wait.

The idea of spending another six hours with Leon and his farts was more than I could take.

Simply put, she was the one who had to put up with me. That she did so with love and patience and encouragement instead of strangling me, throwing my remains into a wood chipper, and then pretending she had never been married to me at all is a testament to the fact that she is, in fact, the single best person I know.

Are we there yet?" I asked Joshua. "No," Joshua said. "Are we there yet?" I said. "No." "Are we there yet?" "No." "Are we there yet?" "Yes," Joshua said. "Stop the car.

Part of me was once someone you loved—she sent. I think that part of me wants to be loved by you again, and wants me to love you as well. I can't be her. I can just be me. But I think you could love me if you wanted to. I want you to. Come to me when you can. I'll be here.

We buy time where we may." "You bought yourself time," Oi agreed. "I don't think it's of very good quality.

Now What? Kerensky said. We wait, Dahl said. For how long? Kerensky said, As long as dramatically appropriate, Dahl said.