Quotes & Sayings About Patience Being Rewarded

Man is so great that his greatness appears even in the consciousness of his misery. A tree does not know itself to be miserable. It is true that it is misery indeed to know one's self to be miserable; but then it is greatness also. In this way, all man's miseries go to prove his greatness. They are the miseries of a mighty potentate, of a dethroned monarch. — Blaise Pascal

What I find most disturbing about Valentine's Day is, look, I get that you have to have a holiday of love, but in the height of flu season, it makes no sense. — Lewis Black

It was peculiar how the more you got to know someone, the more you grew to appreciate how little you knew, how little you had ever known- as if progressive intimacy didn't involve becoming more perceptive, but growing only more perfectly ignorant. — Lionel Shriver

Sometimes it is hard to sing and dance at the same time, but I would rather be off and be real and genuine about it to my fans. — Kesha

Girls are taught to be so afraid to take up any "space," even with their own bodies, and hair is a part of that. I'm glad to not be a part of that! — Petra Collins

His first dawn without Willowbreeze. He could hardly believe the — Erin Hunter

I was eleven and I wanted to play it because it was in my blood. It was a feeling I couldn't deny. — Lita Ford

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere. — Christina Rossetti

Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own. — Soren Kierkegaard

My brain caught up to my emotions. He meant for Colt and Caine to take me drag racing? Oh, hell to the no. — Eden Connor

There are big and little truths, but all belong to the same race. — Jean Rostand

After having imposed itself on us like the egomaniac it is, clamouring about its own needs, foisting upon us its own sordid and perilous desires, the body's final trick is simply to absent itself. Just when you need it, just when you could use an arm or a leg, suddenly the body has other things to do. It falters, it buckles under you; it melts away as if made of snow, leaving nothing much. Two lumps of coal, an old hat, a grin made of pebbles. The bones dry sticks, easily broken. — Margaret Atwood

The world is soundless. We cannot hear, but a pack of wolves does not need words to know that it is time to hunt. — Pierce Brown