Quotes About Patience

A teacher (a good teacher) is composed of molecules of education and intelligence, bonded together by patience and passion.

But that's the wrong question. Ask why everyone else is so pathetically stupid and why they're always whining about detention, I should get a medal for not slapping people in the face every day.

My timing is perfect, and I wind up in a traffic jam. The cars around me are driven by fat cows and bellowing bulls. We roll along, six mph. I can run faster than this. We brake. They chew their cud and moo into their phones until the herd shifts gears and rolls forward again.

A plan began forming in my mind, but I quickly shushed the thought. I didn't have time to dream or plan. I would deal with each hour as it came, one step at a time.

The fight simmers gently on the back of the stove all afternoon, the bubbles rising up and popping, ingredients falling to the bottom, then surfacing again. It doesn't boil over until the sun sets.

You might not hear back from your mother for a while, though. The post has become most unreliable.

Other than that, employ this rule: A book gets fifty pages. If you aren't dying to get back to it the next day, move on over to the next one.

if she was finished.

When things broke down, one kept moving, for to stop was to signal the end. To complain was to waste breath. To fuss was a luxury.

Novels are written—as life is lived—One Day At A Time.

I stood for a moment, letting my ears do the walking, and then I gave the bell a thorough ring and waited thirty thoughtful seconds before ringing it again. And that, let me assure you, is not a waste of time. Public institutions throughout the fifty states provide food and clothing and shelter for lads who don't ring the bell first.

It took a while to tell but it hadn't taken all that long to live;

Tomorrow's always there, just over the horizon. Until the tomorrows run out.

Right there! See the blue on its head? See the long tail?" "Oh, there he is," I said, just to bring this little farce to an end. I couldn't see the bird, and I knew I wasn't going to see the bird, and I was rapidly tiring of the whole enterprise. "Beautiful, isn't he?" "Gorgeous," I agreed. "I'd have hated to miss him.

One begins a journey with an eye on one's destination. Somewhere along the way, one learns (if one's lucky) that it's the journey itself that's important. One buys a stamp album with the intention of filling it—but it is in moving toward this goal that satisfaction lies, not in attaining it.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time. Lawrence Durrell in Clea, book three of the epic Alexandria Quartet - which I am reading for the third time since my early 20s...relishing its superb prose and enigmatic insights into the nature of love.

The real teacher is endurance.

Cheer up, me boyo, it takes a lifetime to grow. People haven't the patience any more.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

Never make a decision when you are upset, sad, jealous or in love.

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!