Quotes About Patience

Divine Time, Geological Time, Human Time, Moss Time.

When the time is ripe for certain things, they appear at different places, in the manner of violets coming to light in early spring.

If you show up for your work day after day after day, you just might get lucky enough some random morning to burst right into bloom.

But I remember thinking that learning how to endure your disappointment and frustration is part of the job of a creative person. If you want to be an artist of any sort, it seemed to me, then handling your frustration is a fundamental aspect of the work—perhaps the single most fundamental aspect of the work.

Todo pasa. Con el tiempo todo pasa.

Há uma piada italiana muito engraçada sobre um homem pobre que vai todos os dias à igreja rezar diante da estátua de um grande santo, implorando: «Querido santo, por favor, por favor, por favor... dá-me a graça de ganhar a lotaria.» Este lamento continua durante meses. Por fim, a estátua exasperada ganha vida, olha para ele e diz com um ar fatigado: «Meu filho, por favor, por favor, por favor... compra um bilhete.»

Un día de éstos vas a recordar esta época de tu vida como un dulce momento de tristeza. Entenderás que, estando "de duelo y teniendo roto el corazón, estás en el mejor sitio posible para cambiar tu vida. En un hermoso lugar dedicado a la devoción y en un estado de gracia. Vive este momento minuto a minuto. Deja que las cosas se arreglen solas

El sufrimiento y las molestías son inevitables en esta vida, pero si encuentras la quietud necesaria con el tiempo descubrirás que todo ( lo incómodo y lo hermoso) pasa con el tiempo

You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in this moment.

Sometimes beauty needs a bit of ignoring, to properly come into being.

Oh, dear. Sometimes it takes a very long while to figure things out.

When the nineteenth-century Hungarian mathematician János Bolyai invented non-Euclidean geometry, his father urged him to publish his findings immediately, before someone else landed on the same idea, saying, "When the time is ripe for certain things, they appear at different places, in the manner of violets coming to light in early spring.

I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

count your eggs while they're still up inside the chicken's ass

Don't rush through the experiences and circumstances that have the most capacity to transform you.

Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. Watch what happens. The birds do not crash dead out of the sky in mid-flight, after all. The trees do not wither and die, the rivers do not run red with blood. Life continues to go on.

To get "good" at sex—which, for a woman, means learning how to enjoy and even orchestrate the act, to the point of her own climax—one needs time, patience, and an attentive lover.

What have I not yet learned about the futility of worry?

It's only that I've waited so long to grow up, but now there's nothing worth growing up for.

As my friend Pastor Rob Bell warns: "Don't rush through the experiences and circumstances that have the most capacity to transform you." Don't let go of your courage the moment things stop being easy or rewarding. Because that moment? That's the moment when interesting begins.

Maybe you grew up in an environment where people just sat around watching TV and waiting for stuff to happen to them.

What I'm saying is this: If my plan is to sit around waiting for another such unadulterated and impassioned creative visitation, I may be waiting for a very long time. So I don't sit around waiting to write until my genius decides to pay me a visit. If anything, I have come to believe that my genius spends a lot of time waiting around for me—waiting to see if I'm truly serious about this line of work.

Even if you are eighty years old, or a lesbian, or a strident feminist, or a nun, or an eighty-year-old strident feminist lesbian nun who has never been married and never intends to get married, the politest possible answer is still: "Not yet.

You did your best with what you knew, and you worked with what you had, in the time that you were given. You were invited, and you showed up, and you simply cannot do more than that. They