Quotes About Patience

You constantly try to be optimistic when someone's sick, to look on the bright side, even if the bright side is only their ability to swallow a spoonful of applesauce or walk to the bathroom.

He couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.

I waited for you. All these years I watched and waited, knowing, somehow, that what we would have would be different. That it would be worth the lonely nights and the fears that I had missed you somewhere.

Jack said, "No more buying books from Amazon till I've read the ones on my shelves.

Don't worry," she said. "You'll have plenty more experiences like that working in this place." Then she added these words.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day,' and this is one of the times I'm right.

be home for quite a while yet.

How long shall I harbor sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? Look, answer me, O Lord, my God! — Ps. 13:3-4

We don't always get what we want out of life. It's how we handle what's left that matters. – Matt Jacobs (hero)

Un hombre inteligente siempre sabe cuando retirarse a tiempo...pero un hombre aun mas inteligente sabe cuando volver a empezar

Can I tell that from her ear Axel? No, I can't. Why don't you go sit down somewhere and stop pacing behind me.

Distraction Slow Ride

Good works will be recognized ultimately, but if you work for the recognizion alone, you may be in for a long wait.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

I always had the sense with her that she didn't suffer fools gladly but that life was taking great pains to show her how.

Life was unendurable, and yet everywhere it was endured.

But I was not especially skilled at minding children for long spells; I grew bored, perhaps like my own mother. After I spent too much time playing their games, my mind grew peckish and longed to lose itself in some book I had in my backpack. I was ever hopeful of early bedtimes and long naps.

You can wake from one dream only to find yourself plunged into yet another, like some endless rosary of the mind. When that happens, it is hard to glimpse what is not dream; the waking, undreamed world flies by you, in rushing flashes of light and air, in loud, quick, dangerous spaces like those between the cars of a train. There is nothing you can do. You walk in the sleep of yourself and wait. You wait for the train to pass.

She liked her pieces to have something from every time of day in them — she didn't trust things written in the morning only — so she reread and rewrote painstakingly. No part of a day — its moods, its light — was allowed to dominate. She hung on to a piece for a year sometimes, revising at all hours, until the entirety of a day had registered there.

We don't do that in New York, rasped Odette. She cleared her throat. No? Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh. No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just… you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life you're just always — her hand sliced the air—there.

Always in motion is the future," Yoda reminded himself. "Know this you do. Heed your own lessons you should.

Well, as to that, all I'll say is, you can't take out a fellow's heart before he's ready to give it up.

Here was the thing about traveling down an uncharted river: You could only say how long you'd been traveling; you could never say how long it would be.

Be mindful of your own inner pressure to fill in silences and come up with rapid solutions. Experiment with patience. I've found that if I am patient, clients will often arrive at the very same conclusions I wanted to give them minutes before.