Quotes About Patience

I've never really focused on my ranking per se because it's out of my control. I try and do the right thing each week, and the ranking will look after itself.

It is about the American people. When something is not ready, it is not working, it is not right, then we owe it to them to do the right thing and say, 'Let's hold.'

I get offered stuff that I don't really want to do, so hopefully, I'm just kind of waiting for the right thing.

The right thing to do is just ask what you can give, and then let things manifest in the time they're supposed to.

I believe things have a way of working out, and if they don't work out, maybe it's not the right thing.

I've spent a lot of years waiting for the right thing to come in - and now, after 'Thrones,' there's a possibility that I could actually have a hand in getting something made.

I've been doing my big theater projects, which take years, and writing a song here and there.

I didn't do a movie until I was almost 30. I'm grateful for that because it gave me a chance to be an adult in the world and do work in the regional theater that very few people cared about. I loved it and I wanted to do that stuff.

When you do a good theatrical production, sometimes you dream about that 8 o'clock curtain call for six months.

I am blessed to be surrounded by the people I love. I thank them for their patience and grace.

How bad is it?" "I have a headache," he said irritably. "It's probably just a minor skull fracture with brain damage." She struggled not to smile. "Did you have that x-rayed?" she asked, indicating his hand with her eyes. "Sprain. It's bruised and sore, that's all. You'll probably be very disappointed to know I'm going to completely recover." "Hm.

One thing she absolutely couldn't take—Cameron and Paul both in Virgin River for the weekend—Cameron trying to seduce her, Paul shyly and clumsily trying to find a way to tell her he had a girlfriend. Chinese water torture would be sweeter. She

Don't expect to much of the future. Live in the present and let the future evolve as it will and trust.

kindness wasn't only demonstrated by giving material things or labors. There were the simple gestures that people forgot, that were so important—a little extra time, a smile, patience, conversation, gratitude.

It might be time to give yourself a pause. A break. You can't rush healing. And healing is more important than anything else, including finishing a book.

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One of these days, he said to himself, I'm going to tell her. Tell her I love her more than I thought I could love a woman. Tell her that my life started when she walked into town. But not yet. He didn't want to back her into a corner and make her feel she had to either say she loved him, too, or run. "Well,

Is Preacher pissed?" "Preacher hardly ever gets pissed," Jack said. "But just for future reference, you don't want to be around when he is.

When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd

And he thought—Just give me time. I'm going to get that picture put in storage. *

What am I to do?" "Oh, you'll know what to do. Don't be hasty, sweetheart. But don't wait too long. There will be a moment of clarity, my little darling, and it will come to you that it's time to take care of yourself. You don't have to give up your dreams, Shelby. Never take scraps. Never.

Then she remembered something she had known long ago -- that kindness wasn't only demonstrated by giving material things or labors. There were the simple gestures that people forgot, that were so important -- a little extra time, a smile, patience, conversation, gratitude.

And that's when he learned that for women, all things are possible, and for men, time is required. There was recovery involved. Women, apparently, could just hop back on that bus, while the men were left to deal with a flat tire. He committed that to memory—these gorgeous creatures needed no time to get ready again.

In the morning when she woke, he had gone. He left a note. "Sweetheart. Selling wood, plowing some roads. I won't be too long. Ian." "Sweetheart," she whispered to herself. She folded it in half and quarters and found a safe place in her wallet to preserve it. Forever.