Quotes About Patience

chill. Ten minutes

way for a thousand generations. No point in getting all upset about it.

Then he checked his watch and waited for midnight. No way to get there faster. The drivers in three and seven were waiting just like him. They nodded, not exactly friendly, not exactly wary. More like a simple same-boat acknowledgment of life's ups and downs.

He knocked on the door and waited. He counted the seconds in his head. He had knocked on a lot of doors. He knew how it worked. One, they hear the knock, two, they get up off the couch, three, they thread around the clutter, four, they step to the door, five, they open it. The door opened. A guy stood there. On his own, with silence behind him. The

wouldn't. So he hoped they would bear

shadow. He checked his watch. The bus

Waiting is a skill, just like everything else. ~Jack Reacher

ask once, ask twice if you must, but for God's sake don't ask three times.

would take at least another hour for

IT WAS ANOTHER HOUR BEFORE ANYTHING SHOWED UP.

Three miles at a slow jog, not much better than a fast walk

Reacher had no patience for people who claimed that y was a vowel.

The only fights you truly win are the ones you don't have.

What I didn't understand, all those years when I was waiting for my life to start, was that it had already started. I was already living it! Those were the most important years, and I didn't even know it.

he bajado mis expectativas de mí mismo y otros, a la vez que he elevado mis expectativas de Dios y su gracia». —

At the time of the crucifixion, the disciples couldn't see how anything good could result; similarly, as we face struggles and trials and suffering, we sometimes can't imagine good emerging. But we've seen how it did in the case of Jesus, and we can trust it will in our case too. For instance, the greatest Christians in history seem to say that their sufferings ended up bringing them the closest to God—so this is the best thing that could happen, not the worst.

Hope is] the unswerving belief that better days are ahead, probably in this world and most certainly in the next.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

They came one at a time or in shy small groups. I remember when sea-kindly showed up, a sentimental favorite, followed by desiccated and massive. Brusque appeared all by itself, which seemed apt; merry and boisterous arrived together. This would be a good time to ask for your patience if I use an adjective too many now and again—even now, some years on, they're still returning. I'm just so glad to see them.

Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do.

It's peculiar, to reach your destination," he told me. "You think you'll arrive and perform the thing you came for and depart in contentment. Instead you get there and find distance still to go.

Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do.

My weary old ground was broken and watered, and what sprang up was a generalized longing.

Love is a strange fact-it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no since at all.