Quotes About Patience

The monks sped up the process up for us laowai who have less time, less patience for basics, and a greater need for external markers of our accomplishments.

He rang'd his tropes, and preach'd up patience;Back'd his opinion with quotations.

Well, it's a little harder in New York. It's not as forgiving to a film crew. You hold up a bunch of New Yorkers who can't cross the street, they're not going to take it well. Southern California? They'll wait. It's cool man. In New York, they're like, 'Are you kidding me? I gotta get to work.'

The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars."

The culture fills our heart and minds with spectacular dreams about hitting home runs, but life is about getting up every day and hitting a single.

El aburrimiento es el mal de aquellos para los que el tiempo no tiene valor.

As the Dalai Lama explains: "Patience safeguards our peace of mind in the face of adversity. . .

Few of us would regret the years it takes to complete an education or master a crucial skill. So why complain about the perseverance needed to become a well-balanced and truly compassionate human being?

Take care of the minutes, for the hours will take care of themselves," Lord Chesterfield once told his son. This is the best path to gradual change.

Happiness is a skill, a manner of being, but skills must be learned. As the Persian proverb has it: "Patience turns the mulberry leaf into satin.

N'importe qui peut se mettre en colère. C'est facile. Mais se mettre en colère avec la bonne personne, au bon degré, au bon moment, pour la bonne raison et de la bonne façon Ã¢â'¬â€œ cela n'est pas facile11.

L'optimiste, en revanche, est confiant dans le fait qu'il est possible de réaliser ses aspirations et qu'avec patience, détermination et intelligence, il finira par y arriver. De fait, le plus souvent, il y parvient.

la pitié sentimentale n'est en réalité que « l'impatience du cÅ"ur de se débarrasser au plus vite de la pénible émotion qui vous étreint devant la souffrance d'autrui, qui n'est pas du tout la compassion, mais un mouvement instinctif de défense de l'âme contre la souffrance étrangère.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

Waiting is an exercise in faith, waiting for God to supply in His time, not necessarily ours.

How was she to endure knowing he was in town these next two weeks, without throwing herself into his arms again? She would hide in her home and not come out until the day of the wedding. Yes, that was the only solution.

Clint would remain here until he was well enough to travel. She tried to tamp down the happiness within her, but couldn't. It had been too long since something had made her feel this elated, and she was going to hold on to the feeling as long as possible.

Clint appeared startled. "You didn't have to do that, Mrs. St. Clair. I could've waited until you weren't so busy." "Then you would've waited forever," she said wryly. "There's always something to be done around here.

Attendre, c'était attendre l'occasion. Et l'occasion ne venait qu'à l'instant dérobé à l'attente, l'instant où il n'est plus question d'attendre.

BekleyiÅŸ, art?k bekleyecek hiçbir ÅŸey olmad???nda, bekleyiÅŸin sonu bile beklenmediÄŸinde baÅŸlar. BekleyiÅŸ ne beklediÄŸini bilmez ve onu y?kar. BekleyiÅŸ hiçbir ÅŸey beklemez.

Waiting is the awaiting of presence that is not given in waiting, presence that is led, however, to the simple play of presence by wait­ing that withdraws from presence everything that is present it.

But like everything else in India, the problem would be solved, provided there was no hurry.

since the days of the great martyrs, that woman was ready with the same gift of self, the same patience, the same sacrifices, the same greatness of soul and was about—less perhaps in blood than in tears, for it is always on her that sorrow ends by falling—to prove herself the rival and the peer of man.

Perhaps it is essential to men to attain greatness in their works only when they do not look for it too hard.