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Quotes about Patience

Now there is nothing in this world I abominate worse, than to be interrupted in a story...
— Laurence Sterne
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
— Charles Dickens
Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.
— Charles Dickens
Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him. There is no vengeance and no infliction of suffering in His life, I am sure. There can be no confusion in following Him, and seeking for no other footsteps, I am certain!
— Charles Dickens
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait.
— Charles Dickens
If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces-- love her, love her, love her!
— Charles Dickens
Judiciously show a cat, milk, if you wish her to thirst for it. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey, if you wish him to bring it down one day.
— Charles Dickens
What is the secret, my darling, of your being everything to all of us, as if there werre only one of us, yet never seeming to be hurried, or to have too much to do? -Darney to Lucie
— Charles Dickens
I am not going to guess, at five o'clock in the morning, with my brains frying and sputtering in my head. If you want me to guess, you must ask me to dinner.
— Charles Dickens
And I wondered when I peeped into one or two on the lower tiers, and saw the tied-up brown paper packets inside, whether the flower-seeds and bulbs ever wanted of a fine day to break out of those jails, and bloom.
— Charles Dickens
Ah, that 'if.' But it's of no use to despond. I can but do that, when I have tried everything and failed, and even then it won't serve me much.
— Charles Dickens
The man slept on, indifferent to showers of hail and intervals of brightness, to sunshine on his face and shadow, to the pattering lumps of dull ice on his body and the diamonds into which the sun changed them, until the sun was low in the west, and the sky was glowing. Then, the mender of roads having got his tools together and all things ready to go down into the village, roused him.
— Charles Dickens