Quotes About Patience

Only fools rush Death,' said Death

It's your move," said Love. "I'm quite aware of that," said Death. "Ticktock," said Love. "Only fools rush Death," said Death.

All I'd need is a minute. Not major time. Not the kind of time it takes to compose a symphony. Build a palace. Fight a war. Just a few crappy seconds. The kind of time it takes to tie a shoe. Peel a banana. Blow your nose. But I haven't got it. And I never will.

Now, now, Chapeau. You mustn't overreact," the Beast said. "All messes, accidents, and catastrophes are to be blithely laughed off." He looked pointedly at Belle. "Or so I'm told.

Should you ever decide, in those small dark hours, to hang yourself, well, that is your choice. But don't hunt for rope until morning. By then, you'll have a much better use for it.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

When I'm with you," he began again, "it's like… I still don't feel normal. But I can see normal at twelve o'clock on the horizon." He pointed past me, through the windshield of an imaginary airplane. "At least I know normal is still out there. I've spent the last three months not sure of that at all.

But first I had to get through the ironing. It took a lot of patience. I had none. It took forever, and then I had to press the whole shirt again to get out the creases I'd pressed into it.

This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

time's a goon

There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about not thinking about somebody, but I have the patience and the self-control to walk that line for hours—days, if I have to.

Time's a goon, right? Isn't that the expression?

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

16 If your Designated Mate leaves your company a second time, don't follow him. Deactivate your ear mic and resume your "nap." A moment of repose is a good time to reassure your loved ones. Nuanced communication is too easily monitored by the enemy.

The fish are gaudy, easy targets, nibbling at coral. Lou has speared seven by the time he realizes Rolph hasn't killed a single one.

Basic exchanges elongate like time-lapse fruits ripening and dropping into outstretched hands.

Not enough has been written about the treachery of middle life," the old man mused, his voice carrying over the wind. "Dante went to hell to escape it, and I've seen plenty of other men do the same, metaphorically speaking. Be patient, Dexter. Wars have a way of shifting the terrain into configurations we can't foresee, hard as we might try. This is no time for bold moves.

Later, in bed, she smooths my forehead with her cool hand. "He's had a hard time, Drew," she says. "Is it too much to ask you to be patient with him?" "He's not our son. I don't know him, and neither do you." "He's family," she says. "Isn't that enough?

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about not thinking about somebody, but I have the patience and the self-control to walk that line for hours - days, if I have to.

Don't tie yourself in knots trying to predict the future.

Days in a house with children grind by like glaciers, but the years rush by like wind.

Each minute seemed like hours and hours. But then the years passed by like days.

It is not your responsibility to explain what God is doing with your life. He has not provided enough information to figure it out. Instead, you are asked to turn loose and let God be God. Therein lies the secret to the "peace that transcends understanding.