Quotes About Patience

When you're a teacher, some students burst out at you immediately, most emerge gradually, and a few don't want you to see them at all.

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along.

But we're both old enough to know things now, and that's good." "What things?" "When to shut up, mainly.

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.

Dio mio», aveva aggiunto Bunny, soffiandosi il naso. «A volte mi sembra di non poter mai vincere». «Non puoi vincere», aveva risposto Henry. «Puoi solo fare del tuo meglio».

The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.

Dottie was not a woman to complain, having been taught by her decent Aunt Edna one summer—it seemed like a hundred years ago, and practically was—that a complaining woman was like pushing dirt beneath the fingernails of God, and this was an image Dottie had never been able to fully dislodge.

And what I most remember was that this guy told us that—because we are in the middle of it—we will not live long enough to see how it plays out in this world.

Up in Shirley Falls, spring was slower to arrive. Nights were cold, but the way the dawn light cracked open along the horizon, bringing a gentle moistness that lightly touched the skin, spoke of a full-throated summer to come, and it was painful, all the promise in the air.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

Waiting patiently doesn't suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about. [Mameha]

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts not amid joy.

Dionysius II had every gift except good sense; he was also an incurable alcoholic. He soon lost patience with his two would-be political tutors and threw them out.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!

Hoop die nooit wordt uitgesproken duurt het langst.

I had to cast out a good many lines, though, before I got what I wanted, and when I landed the fish I did not for a moment suppose it was my fish. But I listened to what I was told out of a constitutional liking for useless information, and I found myself in possession of a very curious story, though, as I imagined, not the story I was looking for.

Sometimes...it's better for a man just to walk away. But if you can't walk away? I guess that's when it's tough.

A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.

How much of life could he spend aching? Aching is not a stable condition; it must resolve into something

If I were a better version of me, I would not react faster than I think, would not be wounded when no harm was intended, would understand before too much time had passed to forgive...

In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.

And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.

You must set yourself free From the striving of Man And the applause of the World You must fly as you can... - No hope forever No orietur. Science and patience, The torment is sure. The fire within you, Soft silken embers, Is our whole duty But no one remembers. It is recovered. What? Eternity. In the whirling light Of the sun in the sea.

Tu viendras, tu viendras, je t'aime ! Ce sera beau. Tu viendras, n'est-ce pas, et même... Elle - Et mon bureau ?