C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Impatience
Impatience never commanded success.
Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.
Whoever is out of patience is out of possession of his soul.
We waste the power in impatience which, if otherwise employed, might remedy the evil.
Adversity borrows its sharpest sting from our impatience.
Nature is methodical, and doeth her work well. Time is never to be hurried.
Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.
I have not so great a struggle with my vices, great and numerous as they are, as I have with my impatience.
The schoolboy counts the time till the return of the holidays; the minor longs to be of age; the lover is impatient till he is married.
Procrastination is hardly more evil than grasping impatience.
The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.
You are convinced by experience that very few things are brought to a successful issue by impetuous desire, but most by calm and prudent forethought.
We would willingly, and without remorse, sacrifice not only the present moment, but all the interval (no matter how long) that separates us from any favorite object.
Impatience is a quality sudden, eager and insatiable, which grasps at all, and admits of no delay; scorning to wait God’s leisure, and attend humbly and dutifully upon the issues of His wise and just Providence.
Such is our impatience, such our hatred of procrastination, in everything but the amendment of our practices and the adornment of our nature, one would imagine we were dragging Time along by force, and not he us.