patients is a delicate thing. Where is the tipping point? When will you crack? Sometimes you are more patient with the ones that are close to you but other times it is the exact opposite. There is no sure way to know, you just have to try and hope everything works out.
Is patience really a virtue? I think patience is having no phone. I think we’d all be much better off without phones. Far more patient than we are, and we’d probably also be much more interesting people. More social, less awkward. I wouldn’t have to walk around pretending like I’m doing something on my phone, or maybe I wouldn’t have to depend on it so much. Talk to people more or something.
I think maybe that I’m sort of patient when it comes to certain things… I don’t necessarily get angry while waiting in lines for things. At the same time, I don’t really get angry ever… I don’t even know.
He lined up the shot. The scope put the distance at 1,618 meters. A one mile plug. He adjusted for the drop of the bullet, and waited for a lull in the winds.
There is a lot to think about in the short moments where patience is enforced. My mind regularly becomes exhausted of small talk and giggle fits with friends. I find it drifting off into many different lands involving real life Salvador Dali paintings and the twisting of words my mind does. I love my mind, it allows me to imagine physically holding each word and turning it around as you would a cube to examine it’s every possibility. I couldn’t do this without the patience I’ve earned in each passing year.
If patience is a virtue then why is it that we don’t seem to get much back from it
We waste so much time
playing the waiting game
Looking for a better tomorrow with better days
clearer oceans and brighter skies
Possibly better known as the game of life
But don’t’ wait too long
Missing out on the greater things
Accompanied by complications and compromises
We must not block our blessings
Jump at chances
Jog instead of walk
Hell u can run if need be
if you trip fall its ok, get back up and dust yourself off
Don’t act like you’ve never felt the ground before
God knows you have, just don’t forget to take a deep breath
Look back
Remember how He gave you the power to run into to newly opened doors
You must know He’s the only thing worth being patient for
Patient is someone a doctor helps when they are not in the right condition of health. They can be in any bad condition, they will go to a doctor, and the doctor will call them his or her patient.
love is patient, love is kind
doctors take on patients
I wish I were a patient of patience
I’m not a patient person naturally
I like to seize life by the horns and run with it
rolling with the punches
I suck at waiting
I’m just not that patient.
we must not block our blessings
jump at chances
jog instead of walk
hell u can run if need be
if you trip fall its ok, get back up and dust yourself off
don’t act like you’ve never felt the ground before
God knows you have, just don’t forget to take a deep breath
look back
remember how He gave you the power to run into to newly opened doors
you must know He’s the only thing worth being patient for
being a great person who can wait. A trait I have. Helps me. Good things come to those who wait. I also think more people need to be this. I believe it is something that others need to acknowledge.
She was patient. She sat and waited as people walked in and out, just waiting, waiting. She was to kind for her own good. One of those people who would never raise a finger or their voice in defiance. She should have just gone in. But she was too kind.
I’ve been so patient with my love
So selfless, though no one would ever believe
I’ve let it go now that I’ve gotten it
It’s for the greater good
They’re better off, I’m desperately not
I’ve set you free as I sink
To be patient is to understand the circumstances of what is happening, and to wait, instead of being stubborn and persistent. Being patient is a great quality, because it eases stress and makes other people feel calm around you. If everyone in the world was patient, things would go by smoothly and not rushed. Another type of patient is one submitted in a hospital in need of medical care. Even though both meanings are very different, both serve a important and purposeful meaning in life. So yeah.
Patient. Patience is a virtue. Is an opera. -Retta. G and S and ampersands and failure to categorize. Lies to you, to me, to my voice. Voices ringing, not singing. A- doesn’t mean failure.
it was harder, in some ways–the waiting, rather than the doing. to let the time pass like the shadow of clouds over the green fields, far distant from the city. to let the rain erase the evidence of the passing days. peace did not become her.
a waiting room. a sterile building filled with other sick people. needles, lab coats, no emotion. you’re being treated because there is something wrong with you. you scream that you’re okay but no one believes you.
i have no patience, i want to be patient with my thoughts and my emotions and i don’t act enough on them. my dad has patience and my mmom gets annoyed sometimes, but her patience with my aunt is incredible. i really want to help her and bring her family to our christmas celebrations. i know chrismas doesn’t ake it more special but it should .be a time we all come together
Patience is not a word im used to, life for me is take and not give i cant be stuck waiting for the dreary world to catch up and play the notes of the final sounding. I cant wait for the end credits because there will come a time that the credits wont be there anymore.
The act/art of waiting for a particular event to happen. Usually involves some form of self distraction to take your mind off the upcoming event. May just be dealing reasonably with the necessary passing of time .
Our plum tree waits, its colorless limbs in repose for fifty-one fruitless weeks every year. As her neighbors swoon with flowers in May and ignite fiery hues in October, our plum tree dresses plainly, not even flinching under the March barricade of rain. She gazes at the quiet cul-de-sac until that elusive late-August evening when she comes alive amongst the night-blooming jasmine. The air is warm and thick with her scent. Rushing to catch her windfall before the squirrels do, we gather the plums in laundry baskets and retreat to the cool, tile-floor kitchen. The plums taste like patience.
I have to be patient, for my birthday is this Saturday. One more week of finals, and I’m done for the year! Success is never rushed, unless if you are a fat monkey like some artists out there in the entertainment world who jump start careers through auto-tune and bribery.
Assad sorts through the clothes in the Goodwill donation bags. He opens them carefully, unlike his coworkers, who rip into the black plastic with great disdain, and pours the clothes from the bags with great care onto the floor. Assad has been given asylum form Syria, and he spends his days in the United States, in Macon, Georgia, spreading clothes across the floor of the 34th street Goodwill, where he is sometimes called “A-man” by his kinder coworkers, “Ass-Hat,” by those less informed. Still. He is patient with them. He goes about his work and tries not to think about the travesties taking place across the globe. But this is impossible, and he knows it. As he picks through the clothes he imagines they belong to the dead back in Syria. The holes he finds in t-shirts are not from wear but from gunfire, stains not from condiments but the righteous blood spilled by his unknown brothers and sisters. Sometimes when he sees the empty shirts and pants strewn across the spotted tile of the back room he imagines it’s like this back home; people he could have loved simply evaporated, separated from their bodies to be identified by a handwritten price tag and some sad, menial, arbitrary value.
Patient is the hand steadied for the blow
Waiting to deliver what is intended
Nothing more, nothing less
And yet all that has been waited on for so long
Patience struck me down hard. Waiting is always the hardest part. Impatience swirls through my brain like a smoothie in a blender. Hurry up I scream on the inside, you’re going far too long.
Be patient
and he’ll notice you;
Be patient
and he’ll talk to you;
Be patient
and he’ll say you’re pretty;
Be patient
And maybe you’ll hang out;
Be patient
And he’ll show interest;
Be patient
and he’ll promise you everything;
Be patient
and he’ll send you signs;
Be patient
and he’ll listen one day;
Be patient
and he’ll break those promises;
Be patient
and he’ll turn away from you;
Be patient
and he’ll leave you;
Be patient
and he’ll come back;
be patient
and he’ll love you;
Be patient
and you’ll love him again;
The patient was waiting in the waiting room. Sweat dripping from his brow he never had to deal with this responsibility before. He wasn’t sure if he could do it. What if it wasn;t his kid, he would still love her though, the baby girl.
patients is a delicate thing. Where is the tipping point? When will you crack? Sometimes you are more patient with the ones that are close to you but other times it is the exact opposite. There is no sure way to know, you just have to try and hope everything works out.
Is patience really a virtue? I think patience is having no phone. I think we’d all be much better off without phones. Far more patient than we are, and we’d probably also be much more interesting people. More social, less awkward. I wouldn’t have to walk around pretending like I’m doing something on my phone, or maybe I wouldn’t have to depend on it so much. Talk to people more or something.
I think maybe that I’m sort of patient when it comes to certain things… I don’t necessarily get angry while waiting in lines for things. At the same time, I don’t really get angry ever… I don’t even know.
He lined up the shot. The scope put the distance at 1,618 meters. A one mile plug. He adjusted for the drop of the bullet, and waited for a lull in the winds.
One of the hardest lessons life will inevitably teach all of us, is patience.
It’s a merit.
If one has patient, one can do anything, can be anyone.
There is a lot to think about in the short moments where patience is enforced. My mind regularly becomes exhausted of small talk and giggle fits with friends. I find it drifting off into many different lands involving real life Salvador Dali paintings and the twisting of words my mind does. I love my mind, it allows me to imagine physically holding each word and turning it around as you would a cube to examine it’s every possibility. I couldn’t do this without the patience I’ve earned in each passing year.
If patience is a virtue then why is it that we don’t seem to get much back from it
We waste so much time
playing the waiting game
Looking for a better tomorrow with better days
clearer oceans and brighter skies
Possibly better known as the game of life
But don’t’ wait too long
Missing out on the greater things
Accompanied by complications and compromises
We must not block our blessings
Jump at chances
Jog instead of walk
Hell u can run if need be
if you trip fall its ok, get back up and dust yourself off
Don’t act like you’ve never felt the ground before
God knows you have, just don’t forget to take a deep breath
Look back
Remember how He gave you the power to run into to newly opened doors
You must know He’s the only thing worth being patient for
Patient is someone a doctor helps when they are not in the right condition of health. They can be in any bad condition, they will go to a doctor, and the doctor will call them his or her patient.
love is patient, love is kind
doctors take on patients
I wish I were a patient of patience
I’m not a patient person naturally
I like to seize life by the horns and run with it
rolling with the punches
I suck at waiting
I’m just not that patient.
we must not block our blessings
jump at chances
jog instead of walk
hell u can run if need be
if you trip fall its ok, get back up and dust yourself off
don’t act like you’ve never felt the ground before
God knows you have, just don’t forget to take a deep breath
look back
remember how He gave you the power to run into to newly opened doors
you must know He’s the only thing worth being patient for
being a great person who can wait. A trait I have. Helps me. Good things come to those who wait. I also think more people need to be this. I believe it is something that others need to acknowledge.
She was patient. She sat and waited as people walked in and out, just waiting, waiting. She was to kind for her own good. One of those people who would never raise a finger or their voice in defiance. She should have just gone in. But she was too kind.
I’ve been so patient with my love
So selfless, though no one would ever believe
I’ve let it go now that I’ve gotten it
It’s for the greater good
They’re better off, I’m desperately not
I’ve set you free as I sink
she laid there with a pensive look on her face.
“i am dying.”
white lab coats looked at her with sadness, with horror, with pity, with regret.
the shock of red cascading from her wrists made her hair look dull and lifeless.
a voice came from the doctor to the right of her head.
“yes, my child, you are.”
i think being patient is very important. everything in life takes patience. waiting for a promotion, waiting on someone. we’re always waiting.
be patient be quiet be understood be loved
To be patient is to understand the circumstances of what is happening, and to wait, instead of being stubborn and persistent. Being patient is a great quality, because it eases stress and makes other people feel calm around you. If everyone in the world was patient, things would go by smoothly and not rushed. Another type of patient is one submitted in a hospital in need of medical care. Even though both meanings are very different, both serve a important and purposeful meaning in life. So yeah.
Patient. Patience is a virtue. Is an opera. -Retta. G and S and ampersands and failure to categorize. Lies to you, to me, to my voice. Voices ringing, not singing. A- doesn’t mean failure.
the boy so patient at the toilet in the bathroom and so smelly like a poop . the end.
I’m waiting for the right moment to get to my point, i’m not in any hurry, neither should you be. Why rush?
it was harder, in some ways–the waiting, rather than the doing. to let the time pass like the shadow of clouds over the green fields, far distant from the city. to let the rain erase the evidence of the passing days. peace did not become her.
i am not a patient person, but when it comes to people i love, i force myself to be one.
a waiting room. a sterile building filled with other sick people. needles, lab coats, no emotion. you’re being treated because there is something wrong with you. you scream that you’re okay but no one believes you.
i have no patience, i want to be patient with my thoughts and my emotions and i don’t act enough on them. my dad has patience and my mmom gets annoyed sometimes, but her patience with my aunt is incredible. i really want to help her and bring her family to our christmas celebrations. i know chrismas doesn’t ake it more special but it should .be a time we all come together
Patients patiently wait for a cure for in-patient impatience.
Patience is not a word im used to, life for me is take and not give i cant be stuck waiting for the dreary world to catch up and play the notes of the final sounding. I cant wait for the end credits because there will come a time that the credits wont be there anymore.
The act/art of waiting for a particular event to happen. Usually involves some form of self distraction to take your mind off the upcoming event. May just be dealing reasonably with the necessary passing of time .
Not I Said the little red hen; somewhat feeling put-a-upon to do EVERYBODIES dirty work! You do it ALL BY YOUR SELF
Our plum tree waits, its colorless limbs in repose for fifty-one fruitless weeks every year. As her neighbors swoon with flowers in May and ignite fiery hues in October, our plum tree dresses plainly, not even flinching under the March barricade of rain. She gazes at the quiet cul-de-sac until that elusive late-August evening when she comes alive amongst the night-blooming jasmine. The air is warm and thick with her scent. Rushing to catch her windfall before the squirrels do, we gather the plums in laundry baskets and retreat to the cool, tile-floor kitchen. The plums taste like patience.
I have to be patient, for my birthday is this Saturday. One more week of finals, and I’m done for the year! Success is never rushed, unless if you are a fat monkey like some artists out there in the entertainment world who jump start careers through auto-tune and bribery.
Distraction?
Distraction.
Distraction!
Even when I’m patient, I can’t stop
Pop-pip-pop
So my many little thoughts
Are becoming numerous one-offs
Assad sorts through the clothes in the Goodwill donation bags. He opens them carefully, unlike his coworkers, who rip into the black plastic with great disdain, and pours the clothes from the bags with great care onto the floor. Assad has been given asylum form Syria, and he spends his days in the United States, in Macon, Georgia, spreading clothes across the floor of the 34th street Goodwill, where he is sometimes called “A-man” by his kinder coworkers, “Ass-Hat,” by those less informed. Still. He is patient with them. He goes about his work and tries not to think about the travesties taking place across the globe. But this is impossible, and he knows it. As he picks through the clothes he imagines they belong to the dead back in Syria. The holes he finds in t-shirts are not from wear but from gunfire, stains not from condiments but the righteous blood spilled by his unknown brothers and sisters. Sometimes when he sees the empty shirts and pants strewn across the spotted tile of the back room he imagines it’s like this back home; people he could have loved simply evaporated, separated from their bodies to be identified by a handwritten price tag and some sad, menial, arbitrary value.
Patient is the hand steadied for the blow
Waiting to deliver what is intended
Nothing more, nothing less
And yet all that has been waited on for so long
how ive waited for you, it feels like a million seconds dancing on grains of sand emptying from an hour glass, endless
the characteristic of mothers and teachers.
Patience struck me down hard. Waiting is always the hardest part. Impatience swirls through my brain like a smoothie in a blender. Hurry up I scream on the inside, you’re going far too long.
Be patient
and he’ll notice you;
Be patient
and he’ll talk to you;
Be patient
and he’ll say you’re pretty;
Be patient
And maybe you’ll hang out;
Be patient
And he’ll show interest;
Be patient
and he’ll promise you everything;
Be patient
and he’ll send you signs;
Be patient
and he’ll listen one day;
Be patient
and he’ll break those promises;
Be patient
and he’ll turn away from you;
Be patient
and he’ll leave you;
Be patient
and he’ll come back;
be patient
and he’ll love you;
Be patient
and you’ll love him again;
You’ll see, just be patient.
I was a prodigal patient. I scraped the hair meticulously from the site of the upcoming surgery. I just happened to shave the wrong side of my head.
The patient was waiting in the waiting room. Sweat dripping from his brow he never had to deal with this responsibility before. He wasn’t sure if he could do it. What if it wasn;t his kid, he would still love her though, the baby girl.