Quotes About Patience

I'm sick of waiting for karma. Karma can suck it.

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

It's torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don't know.

Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it!" He looks away. "Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we'll talk about it later? My mom's expecting you.

I'd nursed a crush on Conrad for whole school years. I could survive for months, years, on a crush. It was like food. It could sustain me. If Conrad was mine, there was no way I'd break up with him over a summer-or a school year, for that matter.

I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

I trust that when the time comes, I will know what's best.

You'll just do what you did before he was your boyfriend. You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen. All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.

All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.

Sometimes I wish we met when we were 27. 27 sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At 27, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be.

I read his texts over and over. They're spaced minutes apart, so I know he must be fretting over whether I'm mad or not. I don't want to be mad. I just want things to go back to how they were before.

We'll see," I say, because I want to see him make that pouty face I love so much. He makes the face, and I reach up and pat his cheeks. "You're such a baby.

All right, then we'll wait. Whatever my girl wants.

Time is the longest distance between two places. —TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Glass Menagerie

but as anyone who's ever scrapbooked knows, Rome wasn't built in a day. You could spend a year or more working on one scrapbook.

No creo que haya sido nuestro momento en ese tiempo. Supongo que no lo es ahora, tampoco… Pero un día tal vez lo sea.

And so when August and September began and still the phone didn't ring, all I had to do was think back to the way he'd looked at me that last night, and I knew there was still hope.

There's something romantic about waiting for a letter in the mail, waiting for your destiny.

And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. "I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

Let's not force it. We'll know it when we hear it, I think.

It's like we're on a high-speed train that's going somewhere fast, and I like it, I do, but I also like a slow train where I can look out the window and appreciate the countryside, the buildings, the mountains. It's like I don't want to miss the little steps; I want it to last. And then the next second I want to grow up faster, more, now. To be as ready as everyone else is. How is everyone else so ready?

He's a really good Dad. And he tries hard. He doesn't always understand us, but he tries, and that's the important thing.

He doesn't always understand us, but he tries, and that's the important thing.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.