Quotes About Patience

How long do you expect me to wait while you cauterize your senses, one after another turning yourself to an impervious glass tower?

How long will you demand I love you?

Waiting is also a place: it is wherever you wait. For me it's this room. I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people The knock comes at my door. Cora, with the tray.

This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for—the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing.

O, lente, lente currite noctis equi!

I hate petit point. I want to make bread." "We can't always do what we want," said Zilla gently. "Even you." "And sometimes we have to do what we hate," said Vera. "Even you." "Don't let me, then!" I said. "You're being mean!" And I ran out of the kitchen.

I thought she'd get angry then, but all she said was, "You are not unique in the universe. No one has an easy time in life. But maybe God has effed up—as you put it—your life for a reason." "And I can hardly fucking wait to find out what that is," I said.

But all would come out fine in the end, she added, because the gods were just. I refrained from saying I'd seen scant evidence of that so far.

It is better to journey than to arrive, as long as we journey in firm faith and for selfless ends.

All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.

You cannot imagine how time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ can be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ so still.             It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it.             It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce.

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce. — Margaret Edson (Wit: A Play)

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce." ? Margaret Edson, Wit: A Play

But the spiritual growth we experience in trying times, though often more gradual and painful than we'd like, is occasion for celebration. It's not in the absence of difficulties but in their presence that God bestows a mighty blessing on us.

My firm resolve was to escape my wicked cousin and my English captors. But the wind was howling, and rain was coming down in sheets. And even as I relaxed in a hot bath in my snug apartments, the clamor of the storm outside was counseling me to be patient and wait. A wise woman never does anything in a hurry.

When we are ready, the gods send what we need.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.

So you'll have to wait for approval from your grandchildren." "I wonder what our grandchildren will be like!" "Are you suggesting by that 'our' that you and I will have mutual grandchildren? Fie, Mrs. Kennedy!

And if we folks have a motto, it's this: 'Don't holler — smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving.

I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman—and I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman.

Longing hearts could only stand so much of longing.

If you say 'war' just once more, I'll go in the house and shut the door. I've never gotten so tired of any one word in my life as 'war,' unless it's 'secession.