Quotes About Patience

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Làm gì có vi?c s? m?nh ?ã ??nh s?n, n?u th? ta c? tiêu c?c, b?t ??ng m?c cho s? ph?n run r?i hay sao?

God hangs my slatted cage, sometimes On Skyey balconies of bloom; He lifts my latch, some rainy days, And lets me hop about His room; But when, at last, He thinks it time To tell me what the Others know, He'll lift the window toward the hills And let me go.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.

Things might look bad now, but in matters of the heart you'd be surprised how quickly things change.

I'm not asking for miracles, Seth, just a little info when you get a chance. That's all.

There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.

Love brought you here. If you trusted love this far, don't panic now.

At the rate things are going here, all of Africa will be free before we can get a lousy cup of coffee.

We had known each other for many years; starved together, worked together, loved each other, suffered each other, made love; and yet the most tremendous consummation of our love was occurring now, as she patiently, in love and terror, held my hand.

One must pass through the circumference of time before arriving at the center of opportunity.

There is always time to add a word, never to withdraw one.

It is better to sleep on things beforehand than lie awake about them afterwards.

Be content to act, and leave the talking to others.

Never do anything when you are in a temper, for you will do everything wrong.

Let him that hath no power of patience retire within himself, though even there he will have to put up with himself.

Hope is a great falsifier. Let good judgment keep her in check.

El amor que nace de repente es el más largo de curar.

Other women bow their heads and suffer in silence. They go on living, mortally wounded but resigned, weeping often but with no desire to strike back against the person who has injured them, praying for him and cherishing their memories until their last breath. That is love, true love, the love the angels know ...

All human power is a compound of time and patience. Powerful beings will and wait.

Old men alone have time to love; young men are rowing ... the galleys of ambition.

If the man has genius ... he certainly has neither the constancy nor the patience which sanctifies it, and makes it a thing divine. He endeavors to impose on the world by placing himself on a level which he does nothing to maintain. True talent, pains-taking and honorable talent does not act thus. Men who possess such talent follow their path courageously; they accept its pains and penalties, and don't cover them with tinsel.

His life flowed soundless as the sands of an hour-glass.

Our dreams need time and physical means and painstaking thought before they can be realized.