Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.
Hamlet, Act III
Patience: A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.
Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day. And for once I’m inclined to believe Withnail is right; we are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell. Making an enemy of our own future. What we need is harmony. Fresh air.
Withnail and I
Waiting is Horrid. Patience is overated. But at least our surroundings are delicious. #sigh
Darlings – any good quotes in your arsenal on Patience and Waiting and so on and so forth?
Just not all in Good time. You might get a virtual slap (just a tiny one) for that one ;)
What do we wait for?
E v e r y t h i n g.