Quotes About Hope

And that somehow made it easier for both of them; and so she had decided that even if there were no angels, we might still wish to believe in them because that made our life more bearable, and she was not ashamed to think like that.

The world was not perfect—it never had been and never would be; it was full of pitfalls and problems, of fear, of regrets and of bitter tears. Here and there, though, there were tiny points of light, hard to see at times, but there nonetheless, like the welcoming lights of home in the darkness. The flames that made these lights were hard to ignite, but occasionally, very occasionally, we found that we had in our hands the match that could be struck to start one of these little fires.

Being Swedish was not always easy, but you had to do your best, and hope that you didn't slip, and become...well, Mediterranean in outlook. It was so easy, such a beguiling option, to shrug your shoulders and behave as your immediate emotions dictated. And how comfortable it must be to sit in the sun and smile, and say the world will look after itself, and that its problems will resolve themselves tomorrow, or even the day after that.

They sang that song which distills all the suffering and the hope of Africa; that song which had inspired and comforted so many, "Nkosi Sikeleli Afrika," God Bless Africa, give her life, watch over her children.

Time and time again people showed better qualities than we might dare to hope for, sometimes against all expectation.

Barbara said to herself: Oh, please, please, please! Please let nothing go wrong with this—this wildly improbable, impossible, but gorgeous thing. She was not sure to whom to address this invocation. To Venus, perhaps? If the goddess of love were listening, she would surely cherish such an invocation and understand the urgency, the yearning, that lay behind it.

There were people like that, he thought; people for whom one wanted only happiness because that is what they deserved, but who were destined to be denied it because the gods, and the world, were unfair. The queue for happiness was not well ordered, he thought; it stretched out and wound round corners, and sometimes, it seemed, the end was so hard to see.

Love and loss—two things that went together, it seemed, with a poignant inevitability; we loved, knowing that we would lose, but loved nonetheless because...She stopped. Yes, because we did not choose to love; we loved because we had to. Love was something that happened to us; it was never planned, even if we knew that some day, at some moment, it might alight upon us and—we hoped—change everything.

Alexander McCall Smith

Cover hatred and fear with love and delight, and with innocent things. With love and delight, and with innocent things. The trouble was that people were cynical about innocent things, or too embarrassed to celebrate them. The proponents of confrontation, violence, the acerbic comment, laughed at innocent things, thought them naïve, considered them beneath them. How easy it was to destroy the civilised structures of the world; how easy to poison the wells.

was astonishing how life had a way of working out, even when everything looked so complicated and unpromising.

We must think of late people because I believe they're still with us—in a way. And so a late person can stay with you all your life, until it is your turn to become late too. And the late person doesn't want you to be miserable. A late person doesn't want you to think that your work is no use. A late person wants you to get on with life, to do things, to make good use of your time.

She hoped that was the case, anyway, and that, she supposed, was the way it would always be. You hoped that what you did was for the overall good, but you could never be sure. Sometimes there were doubts, and those doubts could persist, but often you really had no choice. You had to feel your way through the complexities of this life and hope, just hope, that you got it right more often than you got it wrong. And sometimes, of course, you did not have to do anything at all.

the fear of what might happen in the future is almost always worse than the future that eventually arrives.

I rode to meet you: dreams like living beings swarmed around me and the moon on my right side followed me, burning. I rode back: everything changed. My soul in love was sad and the moon on my left side trailed me without hope. To such endless impressions we poets give ourselves absolutely, making, in silence, omen of mere event, until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.

I gaze forward without fear.

what is renoun?more false than hope by dreams engendered.

Such a beginning presaged nothing good. However, I lost neither courage nor hope. I turned to the consolation of all those in distress, and for the first time tasted the sweetness of prayer, poured forth from a pure but riven heart. I fell asleep serenely, unworried as to what was to become of me.

oamenii, nefiind niciodat? mulÈ›umiÈ›i de prezent, È™i înv??ând s? aib? puÈ›ine speranÈ›e în viitor, înfrumuseÈ›eaz? cu toate florile închipuirii tot ce a trecut È™i nu se mai întoarce.

Eu te-am iubit ÅŸi poate c? iubirea În suflet înc? nu s-a stins de tot; Dar nici neliniÅŸte ÅŸi nici tristeÅ£e Ea nu îÅ£i va mai da, aÅŸa socot. F?r? cuvinte te-am iubit, f?r? n?dejde, De gelozie, de sfial? chinuit. Dea Domnul s? mai fii cîndva iubit? AÅŸa adînc, aÅŸa gingaÅŸ cum te-am iubit.

I loved you; even now I must confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I love you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

Alt?n çaÄŸ, bütün halklar?n ortak düÅŸüncesidir ve insanlar?n, bugünden hiçbir zaman hoÅŸnut olmay?p ve geleceÄŸine iliÅŸkin olarak da pek az ümit beslemek gerektiÄŸini deneyleriyle öÄŸrenip, bir daha dönülemeyecek olan geçmiÅŸi düÅŸ güçlerinin bütün çiçekleriyle süslediklerini kan?tlar sadece.

Heart lives in the future, so what if gloom pervades the present? All is fleeting, all will go; What is gone will then be pleasant.

La, sotto i giorni nubilosi e brevi, Nasce una gente a cui 'l morir non dole. Petr.64