Quotes About Patience

Do not agonize about yesterday. Do not borrow tomorrow's trouble. Let your heart hunt. Rest in the now.

I wasn't being fair to expect those things of him. But life wasn't fair. Life does not wait for any of us to grow up.

I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.

Not babies perhaps. But I know about young things. Foals, puppies, calves, piglets. Even hunting cats. I know if you want them to trust you, you touch them when they are small. Gently, but firmly, so they believe in your strength, too. You don't shout at them, or make sudden moves that look threatening. You give them good feed and clean water, and keep them clean and give them shelter from the weather. You don't take out your temper on them, or confuse punishment with discipline.

You have a wild young heart. Right now, it is like a caged bird that batters itself against the bars. To struggle harder will only hurt you more. Wait, be patient. Your time will come to fly. And when it does, you must be strong, not bloodied and weary.

Lady Patience) Do you think you can pretend to be dead and vanish from my life for sixteen years and then walk in and then pour yourself some of my good Brandy? Insolence!

I bit my tongue and sat through his detailed and strained explanation. Not for the first time, I realized he considered me slightly slow. My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

You can wait a very long time for them to give you your freedom. Taking it might be faster.

Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, any one of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.

Boredom is vastly underrated. Boredom means that nothing is trying to kill you every day.

And for that rush of fury? Time. Time passing with no one trying to hurt you or kill you will lessen that reaction.

But a wall that will not yield to a battering ram can still be breached by the gentle twining of ivy.

Patience had once counseled me that the best way to stop pitying myself was to do something for someone else.

It was not that she was a better-tempered person, she decided detachedly. It was that her anger had learned a terrible patience. What good was wasting words on a petty and tyrannical second mate? He was a little yapping dog. She was a tigress. One did not waste snarls on such a creature. One waited until one could snap his spine with a single blow.

It's that which is between the gardener and his bit of soil that makes a garden.

Useless to worry until we find ourselves blocked, Nighteyes pointed out. If it happens, then we must simply find a way around it. It may slow us down. But we will never get there at all if we stand still and worry.

She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.

I don't think they're coming. Why must I stand here in the wind and rain?' 'Because it pleases me', Kennit snapped at him. Wintrow thought to intervene. 'You can have my cloak, if you like'. he offered. The Satrap scowled. 'It's dripping wet. What good would that do me?' 'You could be wetter', Kennit snarled.

Don't think of the obstacles that lie between now and the moment when we confront him." The ship spoke in a low, soft voice. "Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, anyone of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.

For time is the great enslaver of us all.

When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy.

I've just been living from day to day. Waiting for something or someone else to change the situation." His eyes studied her face, looking for a reaction to his next words. "I think I need to make a real decision. I believe I need to take action on my own.

Time doesn't stop for her just because you're gone.

Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change are what makes life interesting.