Quotes About Patience

months was ten years.

your camellias are holding up

You save up all your energy for the big push--when you need it. And when you're up there, concentrate. Remain calm and steady as she goes. Don't look right, don't look left, don't let yourself get rattled, just stay the course, nice and easy all the way.

Listening is always preferable to talking. Let the other remove his veil, as my grandmother used to say. Give your response time to ripen.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

Leo Tolstoy quote: 'The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.' " "Thank you for that, Jack," Charles said tongue in cheek.

until she was ready. Damn good and ready. In order to be damn good and ready, she had to make a pit stop to fortify herself for what was to come.

Sawyer, darling, I've

becoming slower and sweeter. She

If you want, I can be on the next plane out of here and be there by morning." "No, that isn't necessary. Talking

Voi fi întotdeauna cel care a aÈ™teptat s? i se deschid? uÈ™a, în faÈ›a unui perete f?r? u??".

There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitude of an out-of-the-way station, I wait interminably for the next third-class train.

I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything. In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.

It all comes down to trying to experience tedium in a way that does not hurt.

I'll always be the one who waited for a door to open in a wall without doors

Solo me han amado de verdad en una ocasión. Simpatías, las he tenido siempre, y de todos. Ni al más ocasional le ha sido fácil ser grosero, o ser brusco, o incluso ser frío conmigo. He tenido algunas simpatías que, con mi ayuda, podría -quizá al menos- haber convertido en amor o afecto. Nunca he tenido la paciencia o la disposición de espíritu para ni siquiera desear emplear ese esfuerzo.

How little hope ever attains! – Fernando Pessoa, from "The Scaffold," A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 2006)

I've always been treated in a friendly manner, and even people I hardly know have rarely been rude or brusque or cold to me. In certain people that friendly manner, with my encouragement, might have been converted into love or affection, but I've never had the patience or mental concentration to even want to make the effort.

Nunca chegar implica não chegar nunca

De rivier stroomt voort, uiteindelijk. Zonder eerste druk. En de bries die blaast, Zo vanzelfsprekend ochtendlijk, Heeft, daar ze tijd heeft, geen haast...

Baste a quem baste o que lhe basta; O bastante de lhe bastar!; A vida é breve, a alma é vasta:; Ter é tardar.

Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder if my apparently negligible voice might not embody the essence of thousands of voices, the longing for self-expression of thousands of lives, the patience of millions of souls resigned like my own to their daily lot, their useless dreams, and their hopeless hopes. In these moments my heart beats faster because I'm conscious of it.

Seré siempre el que esperó a que le abrieran la puerta, junto a un muro sin puerta

Nothing needs to be done On the eve of never departing.