— Leo Tolstoy Russian writer 1828 - 1910
„We warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we may not understand how.“
— Paulo Coelho Brazilian lyricist and novelist 1947
Introduction, p. xi.
— Honoré de Balzac French writer 1799 - 1850
Eugénie Grandet http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Eug%C3%A9nie_Grandet (1833), translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley, ch. VI.
— Ali cousin and son-in-law of the Islamic prophet Muhammad 599 - 661
— Flora Thompson English author and poet 1876 - 1947
Letter in a private collection quoted in Gillian Lindsay - The Story of the Lark Rise Writer 1990
„Patience is power.
Patience is not an absence of action;
rather it is "timing"
it waits on the right time to act,
for the right principles
and in the right way.“
— Fulton J. Sheen Catholic bishop and television presenter 1895 - 1979
— Emily Dickinson American poet 1830 - 1886
— Walter Scott Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771 - 1832
Context: Time will rust the sharpest sword, Time will consume the strongest cord; That which molders hemp and steel, Mortal arm and nerve must feel. Harold the Dauntless (1817), Canto I, st. 4.
„[It] is the unbroken testimony of all history that alcoholic liquors have been used by the strongest, wisest, handsomest, and in every way best races of all times.“
— George Saintsbury British literary critic 1845 - 1933
Notes on a Cellar-Book (1920; Berkeley: University of California Press, 2008) p. 32
„Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.“
— W.B. Yeats Irish poet and playwright 1865 - 1939
Context: One that is ever kind said yesterday: 'Your well-belovéd's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it seems impossible, and so All that you need is patience.' Heart cries, 'No, I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain. Time can but make her beauty over again: Because of that great nobleness of hers The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways When all the wild summer was in her gaze.' O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head, You'd know the folly of being comforted. The Folly Of Being Comforted http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1623/
— Albert Camus French author and journalist 1913 - 1960