Quotes About Patience

Marriage teaches you loyalty, forbearance, self-restraint, meekness, and a great many other things you wouldn't need if you had stayed single.

Nada era verdaderamente insoportable si se tenía algo que leer.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever—Jacques Yves Cousteau The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea—Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Bad news isn't wine. It doesn't improve with age.— Colin Powell

Instead of slapping her head, I do what they tell you to do: count to ten. Only I do it the gifted way: 123+456+789+10. When your sister has hurtled you swerving into the darkness, stranded you at a funeral home, and threatens to get you in trouble, just stop and count to 1,378 before you respond.

uncorrected for the moment, and was

There is a part of me that wishes you would tell me what I want to hear, but I appreciate that you are being honest about the struggle. It will do," she said. "For now.

she counted it as a blessing that she was familiar making peace with disappointment.

Worry never climbed a hill Worry never paid a bill Worry never dried a tear Worry never calmed a fear Worry never darned a heel Worry never cooked a meal Worry never led a horse to water Worry never done a thing you'd think it oughta.

A rose, with the motto Dum spiro spero , which actually I rather like—while I breathe I shall hope.

Consider Augustus's motto. Hurry more slowly.

I hate those Socratic dialogues where everything gets drawn out at the pace of an excessively logical snail.

O senhor é bondoso de me ouvir. Tem horas antigas que ficaram muito mais perto da gente do que outras, de recente data. O senhor mesmo sabe.

Será que chove, Primo? — Capaz. — Ind'hoje? Será? — 'Manhã. — Chuva brava, de panca? — Às vez… — Da banda de riba? — De trás.

Melhor que era para logo, para o seguinte: dois camaradas do dito fazendeiro estavam ali no Curralim, esperando decisão, agora me levavam.

Ah, Senhor, os dias correm vagarosos como caramujos, os anos não perduram mais que uma fagulha, o passado não acaba nunca.

You must not fret. There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.

Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. I'm hoping hard for that.

Like my grandmother always said, 'you never know the blessings that come from suffering.

Sometimes just getting up in the morning and standing at the gate can bring the gate down.

Parents just concentrate on the thing that drives them nuts and all the other good stuff you do goes out the window.

I watched that plant in the office every day. Watered it; misted it. I loved thinking about it like G.T. said, but part of me was worried the tree surgery wouldn't take. Something would go wrong and then I"d be stuck with a metaphor that couldn't go the distance.

What in the world are we going to do with you?' Mrs. Ritter asked. I could think of a few things. Take it easy on me. Teach me different. Care about me just a little. So many times that year I wanted to shout,'It's not like I'm waking up in the morning and trying to mess up. I just don't get it!

Sometimes being hopeful needs to be a very deliberate act.