Quotes About Patience

Isn't it a mercy that we never get cured of being expectant? It makes life so bearable. However regularly we are disappointed and nothing whatever happens, after the first blow has fallen, after the first catch of the breath, the first gulp of misery, we turn our eyes with all their old eagerness to a point a little further along the road.

How glad I am I need not hurry. What a waste of life, just getting and spending.

I do sincerely trust that the benediction that is always awaiting me in my garden may by degrees be more deserved, and that I may grow in grace, and patience, and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers I so much love.

Love, even universal love, the kind of love with which she felt herself flooded, should not be tried. Much patience and self-effacement were needed for successful married sleep. Placidity; a steady faith; these too were needed.

It seemed, however, that I had. I didn't want any more, so I got them. And now I am glad, for if, as I had sometimes wished at that time, I could have finished with a consciousness become unbearable, if, in other words, I had then died, I would never have known a great many very beautiful and delightful things. Evidently, then, it is wise not too soon to lose patience with life, but to wait and see what it may have round its next corner. I

Experience has taught me that whenever anything is on the tip of my tongue the best thing to do is to keep it there.

Really I have been thankful on my knees every time I have not said what I was going to say when I've been annoyed.

It makes one very humble to see oneself surrounded by such a wealth of beauty and perfection anonymously lavished, and to think of the infinite meanness of our own grudging charities, and how displeased we are if they are not promptly and properly appreciated. I do sincerely trust that the benediction that is always awaiting me in my garden may by degrees be more deserved, and that I may grow in grace, and patience, and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers I so much love.

those future marigolds, shadowy as they are, and whose seeds are still sleeping at the seedman´s, have shone through my winter days like golden lamps.

She was just staring; and her face, as usual, was the face of a patient and disappointed Madonna.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

I've been looking for a feeling like that everywhere I go. I've been waiting for someone to see all the good in me at every truck stop and intersection along the way. I've been waiting all my life for the moment to arrive when I can just stop. Stop looking

Doing nothing is opting for the sweetness of stillness...Instead of fighting with that which you cannot control, you might as well just see it through...

There is no shortcut to anyplace worth going.

have become not just advocates, but emissaries. Being an autism parent today requires not only stamina, curiosity, creativity, patience, resilience, and diplomacy—but the courage to think expansively and to dream accordingly.

Someone was waving a large pink-and-white sign that read, Don't Worry, Be Happy. I was trying, and so were at least thirty thousand other bodies, with varying degrees of post-Aquarian patience, to see the Who for the first time in a year.

I have been about the world long enough to know that God's plans for us, however infallibly good, may not take the form that we expect and demand.

Even grief has its arrogance." "Then you have learned, my son, that vengeance belongs only to God?" "More than that, Father," said Luc. "I have learned that in God's hands vengeance is safe. However long delayed, however strangely manifested, the reckoning is sure.

Ellis Peters

Well, God's vision is clearer than mine, he may both see a way out of this tangle and open my eyes to it when the time is ripe. There's a path through every forest, and a safe passage somewhere through every marsh, it needs only the finding.

you may whisper a word or two to God on my behalf at Matins and Lauds, if you'll be so kind. If he turns a deaf ear to you, small use the rest of us wearing out our knee-bones.

I think truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light." "And there is nothing we can do to hasten it," said Pernel, and heaved a resigned sigh. "At present, nothing but wait." "And pray, perhaps?" she said.

Did you ever feel, Hugh, that it might be better to let even ill alone, wondered Cadfael ruefully, rather than let loose worse?

God sort all! As doubtless he is doing, now as ever!