Quotes About Patience

Scrivere a qualcuno è l'unico modo di aspettarlo senza farsi del male.

A un certo punto una di quelle porte si aprì. Io per un attimo ebbi l'assoluta certezza che lei sarebbe uscita da lì, e mi sarebbe passata accanto, senza dire una parola. L'uomo scosse leggermente il capo. - Però non accadde nulla, perché alla vita manca sempre qualcosa per essere perfetta.

Growing up, loving, having children, growing old—and all this while we are elsewhere, in the long time of an answer that doesn't arrive, or of a gesture that doesn't end. How many paths, and at what a different pace we retrace them, in what seems a single journey.

Non c'é più tempo per fuggire e forza per resistere, doveva essere questo istante, e questo istante è, credimi, signore amato mio, quest'istante sarà, da adesso in poi, sara, fino alla fine.

era come se aspettasse che prima le si restituisse qualcosa.

You can't sow without plowing first. First you have to break up the earth.

Accadono cose che sono come domande.Passa un minuto oppure anni e poi la vita risponde. Things happen that are like questions. Times passes by, minutes or years and then life gives an answer.

Playboy stretched his arm, patting Carlos on the back. Well, you know what they say: If you love someone, let'em go. If they don't come back, hunt'em down and kill'em!

A man is always in a hurry when he wants to be happy.

In uncertainty there's still hope.

Wait and hope for!

Use limit orders almost exclusively—except when placing stops. Be careful on what tools you spend money: there are no magic solutions. Success cannot be bought, only earned.

You have to leave your heart to get on with it. It's rather like breathing. We don't have to remind ourselves to breathe.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni was not a lazy man, but it was remarkable to reflect how most men imagined that things like tea and food would simply appear if they waited long enough. There would always be a woman in the background--a mother, a girlfriend, a wife--who would ensure that those needs would be met.

Most problems could be diminished by the drinking of tea and the thinking through of things that could be done while tea was being drunk. And even if that did not solve problems, at least it could put them off for a little while, which we sometimes needed to do, we really did.

I told him that if a man is born in a dry place, then although he may dream of rain, he does not want too much, and that he will not mind the sun that beats down and down.

She shook her head. What was the point of anger? There were occasions when Mma Ramotswe, like all of us, could feel angry, but they were few - and they never lasted long. Anger, Obed Ramotswe had explained to her once, is no more than a salt that we rub into our wounds. She had never forgotten that - along with the things he said about cattle, and Botswana, and the behaviour of the rains.

She hoped that her baby was happy and would be waiting for her when she herself left Botswana and went to heaven. Would Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni get round to naming a wedding date before then? She hoped so, although he certainly seemed to be taking his time. Perhaps they could get married in heaven, if he left it too late. That would certainly be cheaper.

Dear friends, he began, there is no timetable for happiness; it moves, I think, according to rules of its own. When I was a boy I thought I'd be happy tomorrow, as a young man I thought it would be next week; last month I thought it would be never. Today, I know it is now.

Well," said Mma Ramotswe, "I have felt that anger. I felt it when I saw that the van had gone. I felt it a bit in the truck on the way back. But what is the point of anger now, Mma? I don't think that anger will help us." Mma Makutsi sighed. "You are right about anger," she said. "There is no point in it.

Everything, it seemed to Mma Ramotswe, had a waiting list—except the government taxman and the call, when it came, to leave this world. You could not argue with the agents of either of these: you paid, and you went. But I am just on the waiting list…No, there is no waiting list for these things…

I shall go and sit under a tree…. Which tree, Mma?... Oh, there are many trees in this life, she said. It does not matter which tree you choose, as long as you choose the right one.

We don't hate people, Puso. We don't hate anybody." He looked at her sullenly. "Why?" he asked. "Because hate makes you very tired," said Mma Ramotswe. She wondered whether there was more to say, but suddenly she felt tired herself.