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|Patience. from. QuotationsBook.com. Patience is passion tamed. - Abbott, Lyman |
Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and ... -Auden,
W. H. Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul. - Bacon ...
|Howie had already changed out of his KSF uniform. The year before, when |
Howie lost the ... town and my greatgreavgrandfather Waldo opened his store,
there's been one thing that's never changed. It's the thing that's kept this town
|Let him go, Patience. The man has passed out of our lives for ever, and I am |
content ; I think you love me with a deeper, calmer, more enduring love than ever
he could win." " 0 Vincent, my love for you was built upon a rock ! Storm and
|"Lord help me, if I ever get out of this one." Charlie's niece lay sick in the darkness |
of their middle room. Her sickness was like ropes tying her down, drawing tighter
each day. I visited her, sat beside the sofa where she lay, and listened to her ...
|Ever the elegant lady, she smiled and bade Waverly goodbye, reiterating how |
welcome he was in her new home and how delightful the evening had been. ...
James patted Waverly on the back as the servant showed him out of the parlor.
|recently declared ours "the most superstitious age ever." Carl Sagan's final book |
The Demon-Haunted World ... other relics (if Macaulay hasn't edited them out by
then). But even as a tool or two drops out of relevance, the work itself won't be ...
|Patience, ever lovely, shows loveliest then, lint who ever met with passive |
patience co-existing with active suspense? ... to guess the cause to which alone
they could have been fairly ascribed — patience was altogether out of the
|'I am out of patience,' cries the Lady: 'Did ever Mortal hear of a Man's Virtue! Did |
ever the greatest, or the gravest Men pretend to any of this Kind! Will Magistrates
who punish Lewdness, or Parsons, who preach against it, make any scruple of ...
|It was a part of the regular order of his life, and he met it with infinite patience. “I |
am chilled to my marrow. The coals fell ... How can one remember trifles when
one's son is gone and may never return? Miles tells me of fair women at the