Quotes About Hope

I'm just one person. But you are one. One plus the Lord can do mighty things now and again.

But God gave us tears because he knew that sometimes we would need to let out some of our sadness.

The Lord made a way. He has a knack for doin' that. Makin' a way outa no way.

As long as we pray believing. The only way to pray, missy. The onliest way.

The good Lord had miracles in his pocket but he hadn't sent one down for her.

She didn't know what the road in front of her held, but she know the one who paved those roads with hope. The Lord would show her the way. One step at a time. One day at a time. As long as she prayed believing.

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

She imagined books and this book group getting her through whatever was coming next.

she had wanted love. She had thought love would save her. She had hoped she would be worthy. She had dreamed of redemption. And for a time she believed she had found it all.

Could such happiness come out of the unexpected? Or was unexpected happiness the best happiness of all?

If my father hadn't come to America about 35 years ago, I'd be starving in Poland . . . I'd be sobbing in France . . . I'd be stealing in Greece . . . I'd be shivering in Belgrade . . . I'd be slaving in Frankfurt . . . I'd be hiding in Prague . . . I'd be buried in Russia. But here he was, alive and walking on his own two feet.

Perhaps someday we could all make it back to the places where we started. I didn't believe it, but I tried to.

POW camp, he'd imagined a sweet life in a tidy house, Alice

Pray for the dead, but fight like hell for the living. —Mother Jones

Don't give up. Keep going. there is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down

Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies.

Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself; the most comforting words of all; this, too, shall pass.

I believe you are one of the people that can lift the corners of the universe.

I hoped that Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey, and I - the Baby Sitters Club - would stay together for a long time.

We let our dreams take over. We stopped saying someday and started saying next year, next month, next week.

Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word 'new' lose it's luster? Now the past is supposed to hold the hopes we once confided to the future. We're directing attachments that used to go forward backward.

Never has nostalgia held stronger sway; never has the belief in the redemptive possibilities of the future seemed so laughable.

Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head bowed in despair or defeat, no one had ever seen him slump in resignation, nor had anyone ever had even so much as a hint from him that he might ever give up. It was hard to picture all that strength drained from my father's body.