Quotes About Patience

It's all right," he told her. "Things hardly ever work on the first try. We'll make another, a better one.

We will call him Omeir. One who lives long.

Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?" Madame Manec rests a hand on Marie-Laure's forehead. The thick hand that first reminded her of a gardener's or a geologist's. "You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing.

A vida toda você espera; agora, quando finalmente acontece, você está pronto?

Beneath his feet the snail kept on, feeling its way forward, dragging the house of its shell, fitting its body to the sand, to the private unlit horizons that whorled all around it.

I am quite gifted at waiting.

It is my one great skill. I was never much good at athletics or mathematics, but even as a boy, I possessed unnatural patience. I would wait with my mother while she got her hair styled. I would sit in the chair and wait for hours, no magazine, no toys, not even swinging my legs back and forth. All the mothers were very impressed.

It's a long story. Do you want to hear a long story?

The despair doesn't last. Marie-Laure is too young and her father is too patient. There are, he assures her, no such things as curses. There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.

when the hairy wildmen who lived there spoke, their words froze and their companions would have to wait for spring to hear what had been said.

Another hour, another day, another year. Lump of carbon no larger than a chestnut. Mantled with algae, bedecked with barnacles. Crawled over by snails. It stirs among the pebbles.

What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.

There are moments when von Rumpel feels impatience rising in him like bile, but he forces himself to swallow it back. It will come.

The only way to fall asleep is to stop trying to fall asleep. Sleep is a horizon: the harder you row toward it, the faster it recedes.

Fishing is about time, he tells Dorotea. It's about how much time you can keep your line in the water. Can't catch fish if your line isn't in the water.

is like an angry hen. The more you chase, the harder it is to catch her. You wait, and be patient, and hope that eventually she comes to you.

The path unspools much too slowly. His fly rod snags on brambles, the fly line is suddenly, immediately, miserably tangled, how do such things happen, how do such horrific tangles suddenly emerge from thin straight lines?

You must learn to let go. Believe me, it's not easy. But you must let whatever will happen, happen

All your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?

leaving one field of dreams for another does not diminish the beauty of where you have been. As a new field rises and the former field recedes it is all part of His plan. Your present location is more than preparation for where you are going. It is the good grounding you need in order to be able to grow and rise into the next place that God has prepared for you.

What it says is that when going against your teenage child's wishes, the greatest wisdom is to say what you have to say, do what you have to do, and then stop—because they will not. An overwhelmingly valuable skill in the parenting of today's teenagers is learning to disengage—sooner rather than later.

What is it to be the parent of a teenager? It is to do what you think best—when really you have no idea what is best. It is to ride out the storms and be back again the next day. It is to give love to a child who does not seem to want it, to a child who five minutes ago seemed to deserve a punch more than anything else.

Tolerance is that important but subordinate virtue by which, instructed in our own weakness, we bear with what is bad without pretending that it is good. We bear with it provisionally, even if sometimes there is nothing we can do about it or ever will be able to do about it. It

another letter from Atia and Octavius' stepfather arrived. They advised him not to get overexcited