Famous Quotes & Sayings

William Shenstone

Patience is the panacea; but where does it grow, or who can swallow it?

William Golding

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

William Prescott

In any contest between power and patience, bet on patience.

Wilkie Collins

This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

Tony Dang

I just say thanks for their patience. But I'm going to rebuild Eden.

Henry Rollins

I have not the smarts or patience for political office.

Mahatma Gandhi

To lose patience is to lose the battle.

John Ciardi

Patience is the art of caring slowly.

Evan Harris

Patience may be a virtue, but quitting is an art.

William Ellery Channing

It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

Sarah Vowell

If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.

Sara Teasdale

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

Sara Teasdale

I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.

Wallace Stevens

The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly.

Willa Cather

The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.

Virginia Woolf

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Samuel Beckett

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

Virchand Gandhi

In the history of a soul’s evolution there is a critical point of the human incarnation that decides for us whether we stay there, go down or progress upwards. There is a knot of worldly desires impeding us; cut the knot by mastering desires and go forward. This done, progress is assured.

Woody Allen

When you make the film, it's like a chef who works on the meal. After you're working all day in the kitchen and dicing and cutting and putting the sauces on, you don't want to eat it. That's how I always feel about the films. I work on it for a year. I've written it, I've worked with the actors, I've edited, put the music in. I just never want to see it again.

William Blake

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

William Blake

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

Sally Ride

When the space shuttle's engines cut off, and you're finally in space, in orbit, weightless... I remember unstrapping from my seat, floating over to the window, and that's when I got my first view of Earth. Just a spectacular view, and a chance to see our planet as a planet.

William Congreve

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.

William Cowper

I was a poet too; but modern taste Is so refined and delicate and chaste, That verse, whatever fire the fancy warms, Without a creamy smoothness has no charms. Thus, all success depending on an ear, And thinking I might purchase it too dear, If sentiment were sacrific'd to sound, And truth cut short to make a period round, I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse Than caper in the morris-dance of verse.

Rocky Graziano

I give in to nothing or nobody. Cut me, break my bones, it was all the same.

Robert Patrick

It seems that the small movies are a little more risky and cutting-edge. You've got your big commerce and you've got your small films that you're more passionate about.