The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
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The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
I love this child. Red-haired - patient and gentle like her mother - fey and funny like her father. When she giggles I can hear him when he and I were young. I am part of this child. It may be only because we share genes and that therefore smell familiar to each other.... It may be that a part of me lives in her in some important way.... But for now, it's jelly beans and 'Old MacDonald' that unite us.
"There are one or two elementary rules to be observed in the way of handling patients," he remarked, seating himself on the table and swinging his legs. "The most obvious is that you must never let them see that you want them. It should be pure condescension on your part seeing them at all; and the more difficulties you throw in the way of it, the more they think of it. Break your patients in early, and keep them well to heel."
The goal of prayer is the ear of God, a goal that can only be reached by patient and continued and continuous waiting upon Him, pouring out our heart to Him and permitting Him to speak to us. Only by so doing can we expect to know Him, and as we come to know Him better we shall spend more time in His presence and find that presence a constant and ever-increasing delight.
Apprehension, uncertainty, waiting, expectation, fear of surprise, do a patient more harm than any exertion.
A mother's love is something that no one can explain — It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain. It is endless and unselfish and enduring, come what may, For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking.
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.
Simplicity, patience, compassion._x000D_ _x000D_ These three are your greatest treasures._x000D_ _x000D_ Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being._x000D_ _x000D_ Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are._x000D_ _x000D_ Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.
The more patient we are, the more understanding we become.
Let us be patient with one another,_x000D_ _x000D_ And even patient with ourselves._x000D_ _x000D_ We have a long, long way to go._x000D_ _x000D_ So let us hasten along the road,_x000D_ _x000D_ The road of human tenderness and generosity._x000D_ _x000D_ Groping, we may find one another's hands in the dark.
Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient.
The struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and Godlike. It teaches us that although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.
Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.
The key is to cut out the middleman and empower both doctor and patient with information about what things cost.
I would like to use this little flower as a metaphor. The five petals of the little forget-me-not flower prompt me to consider five things we would be wise never to forget....first, forget not to be patient with yourself...second, forget not the difference between a good sacrifice and a foolish sacrifice...third, forget not to be happy now...fourth, forget not the why of the gospel...fifth, forget not that the Lord loves you.
We have used the Bible as if it was a mere special constable's handbook — an opium-dose for keeping beasts of burden patient while they were being overloaded — a mere book to keep the poor in order.
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.
Paper is more patient than man.
I always wondered if the good people who send us bibles really think that hookworm and hunger are healed by scripture? Our patients are illiterate.
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