Quotes About Patience

O God!  It is a long fight; I wish it were over!

I have a good many books on hand, but I am sorry to say that as usual I make small progress with any.

Es una tontería lamentarse de una desgracia con veinte años de anticipación.

One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.

I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!

I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I only do it, at last. I hope he will not die before I do!

The old man sawed as if aeons of time were before him, and as if all the years behind him had been leisurely and all the years in front of him would be equally so. Life had sweetened the old man. He was luscious with time like the end berries of the strawberry season.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

The days will have more hours while you are gone away.

While I was fearing it, it came,    But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long    Had almost made it dear.

It's a great thing to be great, Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!

Why joys so scantily disburse, Why Paradise defer, Why floods are served to us in bowls,— I speculate no more.

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it.

I sing to use the Waiting My bonnet but to tie, And close the door unto my house No more to do have I 'Till his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sung To keep the dark away.

I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

Dear Friend - You are like God. We pray to Him, & He answers No Then we pray to Him to rescind the No, & He don't answer at all ...

I GAINED it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down,— You could not.