Quotes About Patience

Patience," she says again. But she says it impatiently.

Are you being a good boy for your mum?" Conor's grandma pinched Conor's cheeks so hard he swore she was going to draw blood. "He's been very good, Ma," Conor's mother said, winking at him from behind his grandma, her favorite blue scarf tied around her head. "So there's no need to inflict quite so much pain.

I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything.

Schier unglaublich - für den Rest der Welt ging das Leben einfach weiter. Für den Rest der Welt, der nicht wartete.

Men and their Noise. I don't know how they do it, how they stand each other

Por increíble que pudiera parecer, el tiempo seguía pasando para el resto del mundo. El resto del mundo que no estaba a la espera.

I wish I had 100 years. 100 years I could give to you" - A Monster Calls

Roads is never the fastest way to get nowhere," the woman says. "Don't ye know that?

The difference is that I think you never do it. Even if you're tempted, even if you're really close, because who knows? There might be more.

Like the revolution's going to wait until I finish my education.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Could you help me catch the moon?" "I might be able to give you some advice," the old man said reluctantly. "But first you should think this over, boy. When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate. But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.

My father referred to it as "the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers." He made me play it when I was getting too full of myself and felt I needed humbling. Suffice to say I practice it with fair regularity, sometimes more than once a day.

Do you know the saying Chan Vaen edan Kote ?' I tried to puzzle it out. 'Seven years... I don't know Kote ' 'Expect disaster every seven years,' he said.

No one enjoys being talked down to, but I have a particular aversion to it.

Besides, there was a dignity to doing things in your own time.

I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half (of my mind) where I'd hidden it only to find out I hadn't hidden it at all. I'd merely been waiting to see how ling I'd look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused at yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling to say the least.

There's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle until the water clears otherwise it will taste sour. (paraphrased)