Quotes About Hope

Whether it was true or not, it eased his heart to think there was something beyond the physical plane, something that felt benevolent toward humans, because the gods knew there wasn't much on the physical plane that felt benevolent toward them.

My name is Hope Wolfsong," she whispered. "I am not cs821. Not anymore. Never again.

He slid into bed, turned off the light…and groaned as an image of a wise, skinny old crone filled his mind. No, he begged the still night. Sweet Darkness, heed the prayer of one of your sons. Now that she's so close, let her be young enough to want me. Let her be young enough to need me. The night gave him no answer, and the sky was a predawn gray before he finally slept." - Daemon

Despair made the deserts and hope shaped the oasis.

Sometimes you need to see the same stars from a different place to help your heart settle when it's hurting.

They'll come back or they won't, Simon thought as he read the back copy on a couple of books and set them aside for himself.

Mother Night and May The Darkness Be Merciful!

Daemon had written: "What do you do when she asks a question no man would give a child an answer to?" Saetan had replied: "Hope you're obliging enough to answer it for me. However, if you're backed into a corner, refer her to me. I've become accustomed to being shocked.

The world no longer let me Love, My hope and Treasure lies Above.

The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.

I sought him whom my Soul did Love, With tears I sought him earnestly; He bow'd his ear down from Above, In vain I did not seek or cry. My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good, He in his Bottle put my tears, My smarting wounds washed in his blood, And banished thence my Doubts and fears.

How oft with disappointment have I met, When I on fading things my hopes have set?

There's wealth enough, I need no more, Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store. The world no longer let me love, My hope and treasure lies above.

Preserve, O Lord, from stormes and wrack, Protect him there, and bring him back.

I know I owe my all to Thee, O, take this heart I cannot give. Do Thou my Strength my Saviour be; And make me to Thy glory live!

I have no horror of death: if I thought it inevitable I think I could quietly resign myself to the prospect ... But I wish it would please God to spare me not only for Papa's and Charlotte's sakes, but because I long to do some good in the world before I leave it. I have many schemes in my head for future practice -- humble and limited indeed -- but still I should not like them all to come to nothing, and myself to have lived to so little purpose. But God's will be done.

What shall I do, if all my love, My hopes, my toil, are cast away, And if there be no God above, To hear and bless me when I pray?

A Chinese proverb reminds us: You cannot prevent birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.

You can plant a dream.

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

Who knows what will happen if I'm alone with my grief.

He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart.

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.