Quotes About Patience

When you have finished with others, that is my time.

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Amal: It isn't sad. When they shut me in here first I felt the day was so long. Since the King's Post Office I like it more and more being indoors, and as I think I shall get a letter one day, I feel quite happy and then I don't mind being quiet and alone. I wonder if I shall make out what'll be in the King's letter? Gaffer: Even if you didn't wouldn't it be enough if it just bore your name?

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

The traveller in the read-brown clothes that he wears that dust may not show upon him, the girl searching in her bed for the petals fallen from the wreath of her royal lover, the servant or the bride awaiting the master's home-coming in the empty house, are images of the heart turning to God.

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart. The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

While Ratan was awaiting her call, the postmaster was awaiting a reply to his application.

If you would be busy and fill your pitcher, come, O come to my lake. The water will cling round your feet and babble its secret. The shadow of the coming rain is on the sands, and the clouds hang low upon the blue lines of the trees like the heavy hair above your eyebrows. I know well the rhythm of your steps, they are beating in my heart. Come, O come to my lake, if you must fill your pitcher.

The one who plants a tree knowing he may never sit in its shade has learnt a little about life.

Agradece a la llama su luz, pero no olvides el pie del candil que, constante y paciente, la sostiene en la sombra

Sit still my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.

20 Día tras día él llega y se va. Ve y dale esta flor de mi pelo, amigo. Si te pregunta quién se la envía, no se lo digas, te lo ruego, pues si viene, es para volverse a ir. Está sentado bajo un árbol, en el suelo. Prepárale un lecho de pétalos y hojas, amigo. Sus ojos están tristes y su mirada pesa en mi corazón. Nunca dice qué piensa, sólo viene y se va.

Why so impatient, my heart? He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects, He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb, Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth? Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him? You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why all your work is in vain.

When doctors give up, patients don't always die.

In this world of human affairs there is no worse nuisance than a boy at the age of fourteen. He is neither ornamental nor useful. It is impossible to shower affection on him as on a little boy; and he is always getting in the way. If he talks with a childish lisp he is called a baby, and if he answers in a grown-up way he is called impertinent. In fact any talk at all from him is resented.

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

I tried to bake a cake for my mother's birthday - it took me four hours. It was terrible, and I cried for three days.

Don't look behind you. You have to trust in the Lord and hear what He's trying to tell you. What He's trying to teach you.