In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.

Patience is where we realize that to rush something is to compromise it to its own destruction. Maturity is to realize that the most effective way to stop the destruction is by beginning to develop patience. And the first place that we need to do that is with ourselves.

It is the length of the journey that ripens the joy of the outcome.

Patience compels me to adjust my stride to the cadence of life, not the pace of my greed.

The problem with patience is that we are not patient enough to learn it.

It is the restraint of patience that yields the magnificent in life.

To wait is to wisely resign myself to the fact that my ‘timetable’ is too often a ‘table’ with two legs that won’t stand up no matter how much ‘time’ I give it.