Quotes About Patience

If we had no winter the spring would not be so pleasant.

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

You may have as many words as you please -- only I can't stay to hear them.

God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?

Would this day never end? His eye traveled to the clock at the front of the room and he fell into the pool of his favorite question.

MEGARA Wait for worse? You love the light so much? AMPHITRYON I do, I love its hopes.

How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.

As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch, high on the highest branch and the applepickers forgot— well, no they didn't forget—were not able to reach

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

I wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when you have not slept.

Because paper has more patience than people.

Neither Abraham or Sarah consulted God.

When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. PSALM 142:3

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. ROMANS 8:18

I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God. PSALM 38:15

As God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. COLOSSIANS 3:12

God's love, mercy, grace, goodness, kindness, and patience do not cancel out or water down His standard of perfect holiness. There is no spectrum of holiness. It is completely black and white. Just one speck of sin, corruption, or imperfection results in impurity.

Pay attention, Job, and listen to me; be silent, and I will speak. JOB 33:31

My love, I'm here. I'll wait my whole life through until you're done, there in the cove at Kamouraska. Until you wash your blood-soaked hands and make your way back to me

All suffering has an end, David, if only you wait long enough. Sorrow has its life like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said 'do the best you can with these, they will have to do'. And mostly, against all odds, they do.