Quotes About Patience

For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting.

You might think that after thousands of years of coming up too soon and getting frozen, the crocus family would have had a little sense knocked into it.

Have patience, Margaret, and trouble not thyself. Death comes for us all; even at our birth—death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh. It is the law of nature and the will of God.

At the point where hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith.

Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.

Never act until you have clearly answered the question: "What happens if I do nothing?"

Always when judging Who people are, Remember to footnote The words "So far."

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

Our most difficult task as a friend is to offer understanding when we don't understand.

If I were Opportunity, I wouldn't just knock, you'd have to sign.

In a household of toddlers and pets, we discover this rule of thumb about happy families — that they are least two-thirds incontinent.

Retirement is having nothing to do and someone always keeping you from it.

Eventually, time takes care of everything. The trouble with procrastination is that people give up on it too soon.

After 5000 years of recorded human history, you wonder, What part of 2,000,000 sunrises doesn't a pessimist understand?

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time.

A child seldom needs a good talking to as a good listening to.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.

Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.

Looking back, you realize that everything would have explained itself if you had only stopped interrupting.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

Every day is conquerable by its hours, and every hour by its minutes.