Virtues

"Patience is a nobler motion than any deed."

"When we react without control, once we’ve attacked, we’ve lost our soul. // The world is fraught with rage and hate and we must not reciprocate. // Don’t jerk your knee, delay and pray for strength to see a better way. // Then let your King respond for you. The hardest thing you’ll ever do."

"Our patience will achieve more than our force."

"Pride leads us into traps. But patience... Patience brings great rewards."

"With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne, And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn."

"A tree doesn’t stop growing just because no one needs its shade yet."

"Because you are so patient they thought that you did not feel They thought that what you carry inside you does not burden you And you are a mountain that cannot be shaken by the winds of pain but they overlooked that patience is sometimes harsher than what others see A fire under the ashes burns in business but few see it.~~ February 4, 2025"

"In every moment of patience to overcome challenges and suffering there is a great and great strength that gives you the ability God Almighty provides you with patience and reassurance to teach you that all the difficulties you see are part of His wise and dear plan so do not let worry get you down for God always opens for you all the closed doors and the doors of hope at the same time."

"Blessings may appear under the shape of pains, losses, and disappointments; but let him have patience, and he will see them in their proper figures."

"There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and more severe than that which comes after it. Remember the death of the Apostle of God, and your sorrow will be lessened."

"Patience is not only a virtue, but an acquired trait."

"Sometimes when we have been overcome by pride or impatience, and we want to improve our rough and bearish manners, we complain that we require solitude, as if we should find the virtue of patience there where nobody provokes us: and we apologize for our carelessness, and say that the reason of our disturbance does not spring from our own impatience, but from the fault of our brethren. And while we lay the blame of our fault on others, we shall never be able to reach the goal of patience and perfection. The chief part then of our improvement and peace of mind must not be made to depend on another's will, which cannot possibly be subject to our authority, but it lies rather in our own control. And so the fact that we are not angry ought not to result from another's perfection, but from our own virtue, which is acquired, not by somebody else's patience, but by our own long-suffering."

"Patience is beautiful because it is the key to relief and relief comes from God alone."

"When I am about my work, sometimes called unexpectedly and suddenly from one thing to another, I whisper in my heart, " Lord, help me to be patient, help me to remember, and help me to be faithful. Lord, enable me to do all for Christ's sake, and to go forward, leaning on the bosom of His infinite grace.""

"In your patience possess ye your souls."

"Patience and shuffle the cards."

"Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet—never yet—ah me! Made answer to my word."

"Never elated while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected while another's blessed."

"If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine."

"World-wide apart, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old."

"Bowels of compassion."

"For I no sooner in my heart divin'd, My heart, which by a secret harmony Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet."

"It [true love] is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind In body and in soul can bind."

"The man who melts With social sympathy, though not allied, Is of more worth than a thousand kinsmen."

"The secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and likeness."

"We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own."

"Jobling, there are chords in the human mind."

"Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one."

"Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch."

"Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For other's good, and melt at other's woe."

"I ask Thee for a thankful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes, And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize."

"The first time I dropped bombs on a target over there, I watched those things go down because we could do it in B-17s. I watched them go down. Then I watched those black puffs of smoke and fires in some instances. I said to myself, “People are getting killed down there that don’t have any business getting killed. Those are not soldiers."Well, then I had a thought that I had engendered and encountered for the first time in Cincinnati when I was going to medical school. I lived with a doctor. He would tell me about previous doctors, some that had been classmates of his, who were drug salesmen. [...] because they could not practice medicine due to the fact that they had too much sympathy for their patients. They assumed the symptoms of the patients and it destroyed their ability to render medical necessities. I thought, you know, I am just like that if I get to thinking about some innocent person getting hit on the ground. I am supposed to be a bomber pilot and destroy a target. I won’t be worth anything if I do that."

"There is poetry and there is beauty in real sympathy; but there is more—there is action. […] The noblest and most powerful form of sympathy is not merely the responsive tear, the echoed sigh, the answering look—it is the embodiment of the sentiment in actual help."

"A sympathy in choice."

"For thou hast given me in this beauteous face, A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts."

"Certain it is, that as nothing can better do it, so there is nothing greater, for which God made our tongues, next to reciting His praises, than to minister comfort to a weary soul."

"Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood."

"Tact is the result of refined sympathy."

"The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy and sorrow."

"Whatever the day brings, part of it always belongs to sympathy, for the well-being of men and states is ever changing. Thus observation and sympathy are the movements by which we make every moment of time our own—through which we properly live. When their pulse beats faintly, leisure becomes a burden; the bolder spirits then open the door of time and seek eternity."

"The capacity of sorrow belongs to our grandeur, and the loftiest of our race are those who have had the profoundest sympathies, because they have had the profoundest sorrows."

"We often do more good by our sympathy than by our labors. A man may lose position, influence, wealth, and even health, and yet live on in comfort, if with resignation; but there is one thing without which life becomes a burden—that is human sympathy."

"He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all."

"If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence?"

"But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is for our sympathies, for the manner in which we regard it, and for the tone in which we discuss it. What shall we say, then, with regard to it? On which side shall we stand?"

"Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness."

"There is in souls a sympathy with sounds."

"Sympathy beyond the confines of man, that is, humanity to the lower animals, seems to be one of the latest moral acquisitions."

"In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee."

"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people — first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy..."