The first thing that comes to mind when I see this word is the Bible verse that everyone says at weddings. You know, Love is patient, love is kind, love doesn’t envy, love doesn’t boast..etc etc.
I went to a wedding this weekend. I watched a girl and boy my age get married. I am happy for them. I hope their marriage goes well.
I struggle with patience. The anticipation and the anxiety eat at me from the very bottom of my stomach. Waiting? I can’t do it. My toes begin to jiggle and my fingers start to tap. Lines are the things nightmares are made of. No, I don’t have patience. Screw waiting.
To be patient is something to always work on. I consider myself, generally, a patient person. I person who can take on a lot. But all patience is tried, and exhausted. Its how and when it breaks that its interesting and important.
Please be patient with me. I know I’m frustrating, I know I’m complicated, I know I’m difficult. But I’m trying. Really hard. So please…be patient with me.
I am not a patient person. But I have the patience of saints compared to my four year old daughter. How do you teach patience? Is it something that can be taught? Or is it something that must be learned on one’s own?
A kind an patient woman paces the long hallway. She looks down at her feet, her toes wiggle in the plush carpeting. A car door slams outside. She runs to the door with open arms, swings it wide to see her youngest daughter run up the driveway.
It’s about being able to listen, to be a gentleman. It allows people to stop, analyse situations and see them in a light that most can’t. It is a truly valuable asset to have.
Patiently he stroked the ridges of her spine and murmured stories from another life about her life, her kids, her ventures–stories she had forgotten about. And as she straightened up, her eyes glittered, dancing to the tempo of her heart’s wearied fire…in memory of her past…
Patience. Rafael closed his eyes and tried to remember. He tried to ignore the kid.
Patience.
He blocked out the incessant laughter, the ceaseless bouncing.
He let his anger drop slowly, like the temperature of a thermometer going down.
Patience.
He found a smile.
patient is another word for lazy, patient people wait for things to come to them, they wait for opportunities to walk over to them and say hi so they never get things done. Not silly things like the laundry but they spend their whole life waiting, they exist, they don’t live.
She sat, watching the time inch by, waiting, waiting. She was always waiting, but still she waited more for the inspiration she so desired to strike and for the words to begin to flow as the dam broke.
Hospitals are a bit like waiting rooms. Strangely enough, those that are sick are called patients-being both ill and having to wait around for treatment.
I find it hard to be patient most of the time with small children. I wish I had the patience of my parents
It must be hard for doctors to keep track of all their patients. I know I’d get bored
I like the idea of being a patient. It has a motherly sensation to it. Even when I fly the nest I’ll still have someone to care for me. Not someone I can trouble incessantly but a person to care for my petty grievances and ailments that I exaggerate with the fastidiousness of a hypochondriac.
I am being patient with you. I am trying my best to see your point of view, but it’s hard. I have waited so long for someone like you. Someone who understands me, someone who makes me laugh and smile, someone who is there when I need them. I have fallen in love with you, that much is easy to see. So why won’t you just share your feelings with me? I am being very patient with you, and I know I told you I would wait for you forever. But I don’t know if me and my heart are strong enough to go on without you…
My patience is dwindling….I’ve always been taught that “patience is a virtue,” that it’s something I need to learn. Maybe it’s more evident now than ever that I have trouble waiting for you. A week seems too long, even though I know I should be able to stand a lifetime without someone with your reputation. But I can’t help it. With everyone else I had to convince myself, with you i can’t help it and I don’t care anymore.
a patient with only so long. the window being their only solace. the stars outside are full of light, leading others along in thier life. but here the patient sits, distraught with the thought of death knocking at their door.
I am a patient person, however everyone has their limits. This may be just a theory however letting a persoon wait for 24 hours for something meaningless might cause a breakdown.
I was waiting in line. It was so irritating to have to be patient. Mainly because, i mean, waiting is boring. I have to just stand there, do nothing. It starts to hurt. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to wait, but I want to go on the train. It only comes once a year! What do I do?!! “Be patient” says my dad. I can’t stand it! I sigh. I start complaining because I don’t know what else to do. I want to start crying, but I don’t.
Tick. Tick. tick. Don’t get antsy. It’s just a clock. If someone’s coming, then they’ll arrive in their own good time. I mean… EVERYONE can’t be dead. This is a high security facility. I’m sure… SOMEONE will come. Eventually.
I love her. I support her. I do everything I can to help her. But everyday after visiting hours, I leave her in the care of others in that white prison, that heaven preparatory. I leave her there while I go home, to my own prison.
Sometimes we never appreciate those who are patient with those. We knock them down again and again because we are too close-eyed to see the sacrifices they make for us.
I have days where I do not have patients, and then bam! Out of nowhere, I will have the patience of a zen priest. My emotions seem to drive my patient ratio and I really don’t like that. I would like to be more patient… maybe by just realizing that life is short and this doesn’t matter.
I have days where I do not have patients, and then bam! Out of nowhere, I will have the patience of a zen priest. My emotions seem to drive my patient ratio and I really don’t like that. I would like to be more patient… maybe by just realizing that life is short and this doesn’t matter.
She was beautiful. I’d never known anyone like her before, She had all the best qualities you could look for in a person. Calm, kind, sensitive, intelligent, patient. So patient. She would sit with me and just listen. I’d go on and on and talk about my problems without letting her speak and she’d just patiently wait until I was done.
cough bleating
iv drip drop glucose sleep
needle pricks
the candy stick
vein in vain
remembering how you saw someone once
like this
the patient remains patient
impartial
to oncoming slumber
you’re about to be
another number.
I have seen so many girls, just a few years older than I, rush into marriage, pregnant, and under 20. I don’t understand it.
Except when I’m around you. All I want right now is you. You make me feel so happy. You don’t turn me into a babbling idiot. I can breathe around you. A couple butterflies, but nothing too bad. I just love talking to you. I could spend hours getting to know you even better.
And I want to hold you. Just give you a hug. If more were allowed, I would probably take it.
But it’s a bad idea. Oh, it’s a really bad idea. I am more than my desires, you are smarter than that. I would never want to push this too far. And I don’t say anything because there’s nothing we can do right now anyway. I don’t even know it you feel the same way.
All I can think is, “Please don’t screw this up. Be patient. I hope I don’t screw this up.”
calm, collected, ready to wait for anything and anyone you deem worthy enough for you to be patient for. alternatively someone who is in need, someone who must be taken care of by someone who is patient enough to take care of you. either to be sweet or to have someone be sweet to you.
I guess I sort of expected it sooner or later. She was becoming distant and her breathes were getting fainter as the sweet smell began to fill the room! Ms. Emmanuel was my first patient and I knew that she wouldn’t be the last when she looked at me and smiled and said thanks for holding my hand .
True love is Patient. God is Patient. Many people don’t understand the word or don’t have it. Patience is a rare thing. A beautiful thing. Something I wish I had more of, and something I should excercise more.
I am a patient at a hospital. I am patiently waiting for the doctor to arrive. The walls are white my dress is white the lighting is white sallow white like nonfat milk or milk that has been mixed with water. Everything here has been mixed with water diluted the world is hazy and fatigued.
She stood outside for over fifty years waiting to get in. She’d had thousands of children and saw thousands of her elders die. She’d pounded on the door and banged on the windows and stood her ground outside. Finally, in 1920, the door creaked open. Still, she had to push pretty hard to step inside.
As we sat in the room, we saw her smile fade in drug-induced dreams. SHe could fake it all she liked in the waking hours, but in her sleep, we knew, she was dying.
I have a short term of patient with some people I love my son to death so I can work on that just for him. If I am able to work on that the it wouldn’t be a problem having my own business one day. that what I want to do.
The first thing that comes to mind when I see this word is the Bible verse that everyone says at weddings. You know, Love is patient, love is kind, love doesn’t envy, love doesn’t boast..etc etc.
I went to a wedding this weekend. I watched a girl and boy my age get married. I am happy for them. I hope their marriage goes well.
I struggle with patience. The anticipation and the anxiety eat at me from the very bottom of my stomach. Waiting? I can’t do it. My toes begin to jiggle and my fingers start to tap. Lines are the things nightmares are made of. No, I don’t have patience. Screw waiting.
To be patient is something to always work on. I consider myself, generally, a patient person. I person who can take on a lot. But all patience is tried, and exhausted. Its how and when it breaks that its interesting and important.
Please be patient with me. I know I’m frustrating, I know I’m complicated, I know I’m difficult. But I’m trying. Really hard. So please…be patient with me.
I am not a patient person. But I have the patience of saints compared to my four year old daughter. How do you teach patience? Is it something that can be taught? Or is it something that must be learned on one’s own?
A kind an patient woman paces the long hallway. She looks down at her feet, her toes wiggle in the plush carpeting. A car door slams outside. She runs to the door with open arms, swings it wide to see her youngest daughter run up the driveway.
I am absolutely NOT patient. I am not one to be cared for or to wait for long periods of time. Either way it is indicative of being out of control.
Be patient. Those are words of wisdom, they are. Patience is a virtue for a reason.
It’s about being able to listen, to be a gentleman. It allows people to stop, analyse situations and see them in a light that most can’t. It is a truly valuable asset to have.
Patiently he stroked the ridges of her spine and murmured stories from another life about her life, her kids, her ventures–stories she had forgotten about. And as she straightened up, her eyes glittered, dancing to the tempo of her heart’s wearied fire…in memory of her past…
Patience. Rafael closed his eyes and tried to remember. He tried to ignore the kid.
Patience.
He blocked out the incessant laughter, the ceaseless bouncing.
He let his anger drop slowly, like the temperature of a thermometer going down.
Patience.
He found a smile.
patient is another word for lazy, patient people wait for things to come to them, they wait for opportunities to walk over to them and say hi so they never get things done. Not silly things like the laundry but they spend their whole life waiting, they exist, they don’t live.
She sat, watching the time inch by, waiting, waiting. She was always waiting, but still she waited more for the inspiration she so desired to strike and for the words to begin to flow as the dam broke.
Finally.
Hospitals are a bit like waiting rooms. Strangely enough, those that are sick are called patients-being both ill and having to wait around for treatment.
I find it hard to be patient most of the time with small children. I wish I had the patience of my parents
It must be hard for doctors to keep track of all their patients. I know I’d get bored
I like the idea of being a patient. It has a motherly sensation to it. Even when I fly the nest I’ll still have someone to care for me. Not someone I can trouble incessantly but a person to care for my petty grievances and ailments that I exaggerate with the fastidiousness of a hypochondriac.
I am being patient with you. I am trying my best to see your point of view, but it’s hard. I have waited so long for someone like you. Someone who understands me, someone who makes me laugh and smile, someone who is there when I need them. I have fallen in love with you, that much is easy to see. So why won’t you just share your feelings with me? I am being very patient with you, and I know I told you I would wait for you forever. But I don’t know if me and my heart are strong enough to go on without you…
My patience is dwindling….I’ve always been taught that “patience is a virtue,” that it’s something I need to learn. Maybe it’s more evident now than ever that I have trouble waiting for you. A week seems too long, even though I know I should be able to stand a lifetime without someone with your reputation. But I can’t help it. With everyone else I had to convince myself, with you i can’t help it and I don’t care anymore.
Patience is a virtue. My dad is the most impatient person I’ve ever met. I love him so much though anyway. Patient is a simple word.
a patient with only so long. the window being their only solace. the stars outside are full of light, leading others along in thier life. but here the patient sits, distraught with the thought of death knocking at their door.
I am a patient person, however everyone has their limits. This may be just a theory however letting a persoon wait for 24 hours for something meaningless might cause a breakdown.
I was waiting in line. It was so irritating to have to be patient. Mainly because, i mean, waiting is boring. I have to just stand there, do nothing. It starts to hurt. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to wait, but I want to go on the train. It only comes once a year! What do I do?!! “Be patient” says my dad. I can’t stand it! I sigh. I start complaining because I don’t know what else to do. I want to start crying, but I don’t.
I can be very patient in waiting for you to come back to me. Cause who knows, that might be never.
Tick. Tick. tick. Don’t get antsy. It’s just a clock. If someone’s coming, then they’ll arrive in their own good time. I mean… EVERYONE can’t be dead. This is a high security facility. I’m sure… SOMEONE will come. Eventually.
I love her. I support her. I do everything I can to help her. But everyday after visiting hours, I leave her in the care of others in that white prison, that heaven preparatory. I leave her there while I go home, to my own prison.
Sometimes we never appreciate those who are patient with those. We knock them down again and again because we are too close-eyed to see the sacrifices they make for us.
I have days where I do not have patients, and then bam! Out of nowhere, I will have the patience of a zen priest. My emotions seem to drive my patient ratio and I really don’t like that. I would like to be more patient… maybe by just realizing that life is short and this doesn’t matter.
I have days where I do not have patients, and then bam! Out of nowhere, I will have the patience of a zen priest. My emotions seem to drive my patient ratio and I really don’t like that. I would like to be more patient… maybe by just realizing that life is short and this doesn’t matter.
She was beautiful. I’d never known anyone like her before, She had all the best qualities you could look for in a person. Calm, kind, sensitive, intelligent, patient. So patient. She would sit with me and just listen. I’d go on and on and talk about my problems without letting her speak and she’d just patiently wait until I was done.
cough bleating
iv drip drop glucose sleep
needle pricks
the candy stick
vein in vain
remembering how you saw someone once
like this
the patient remains patient
impartial
to oncoming slumber
you’re about to be
another number.
You just have to be patient, love.
I have seen so many girls, just a few years older than I, rush into marriage, pregnant, and under 20. I don’t understand it.
Except when I’m around you. All I want right now is you. You make me feel so happy. You don’t turn me into a babbling idiot. I can breathe around you. A couple butterflies, but nothing too bad. I just love talking to you. I could spend hours getting to know you even better.
And I want to hold you. Just give you a hug. If more were allowed, I would probably take it.
But it’s a bad idea. Oh, it’s a really bad idea. I am more than my desires, you are smarter than that. I would never want to push this too far. And I don’t say anything because there’s nothing we can do right now anyway. I don’t even know it you feel the same way.
All I can think is, “Please don’t screw this up. Be patient. I hope I don’t screw this up.”
But it’s not easy, waiting for you.
calm, collected, ready to wait for anything and anyone you deem worthy enough for you to be patient for. alternatively someone who is in need, someone who must be taken care of by someone who is patient enough to take care of you. either to be sweet or to have someone be sweet to you.
I guess I sort of expected it sooner or later. She was becoming distant and her breathes were getting fainter as the sweet smell began to fill the room! Ms. Emmanuel was my first patient and I knew that she wouldn’t be the last when she looked at me and smiled and said thanks for holding my hand .
I am patient. I am happy, but I need patience to be happy. If I’m not happy I normally don’t have patience.
True love is Patient. God is Patient. Many people don’t understand the word or don’t have it. Patience is a rare thing. A beautiful thing. Something I wish I had more of, and something I should excercise more.
I am a patient at a hospital. I am patiently waiting for the doctor to arrive. The walls are white my dress is white the lighting is white sallow white like nonfat milk or milk that has been mixed with water. Everything here has been mixed with water diluted the world is hazy and fatigued.
She stood outside for over fifty years waiting to get in. She’d had thousands of children and saw thousands of her elders die. She’d pounded on the door and banged on the windows and stood her ground outside. Finally, in 1920, the door creaked open. Still, she had to push pretty hard to step inside.
I am a patient, being treated for lung cancer.. i
at the moment I’m not patient at all… waiting for the email stating that I got the internship I’m glued to the screen.
As we sat in the room, we saw her smile fade in drug-induced dreams. SHe could fake it all she liked in the waking hours, but in her sleep, we knew, she was dying.
I have a short term of patient with some people I love my son to death so I can work on that just for him. If I am able to work on that the it wouldn’t be a problem having my own business one day. that what I want to do.