Quotes About Hope

For strangely graven Is the orb of life, that one and another In gold and power may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And the hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

Lucky is the man who escapes a storm at sea and finds his way home to safe harbor— the man delivered from hardship. We all compete for wealth and power, and for every thousand hearts a thousand hopes. Some wither, some bear fruit. 910But the one who lives from day to day, finding good where he can: he is happy— he is a lucky man.

There be many shapes of mystery; And many things God brings to be, Past hope or fear. And the end men looked for cometh not, And a path is there where no man thought. So hath it fallen here.

And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

Death cannot be what Life is, Child; the cup Of Death is empty, and Life hath always hope.

We are not subject to our own wills, our own desires. But to the fates and the fortunes that the gods hand to us. The future is turned before our eyes into wrenching heartache, into ashes and to splinters. From today I know that truly hope is dead. I ask you again, you who watch, how can there ever be any ending than this? First silence. Then darkness.

There liveth not in my life any more The hope that others have. Nor will I tell The lie to mine own heart, that aught is well Or shall be well…. Yet, O, to dream were sweet!

Human misery must somewhere have a stop:             there is no wind that always blows a storm;             great good fortune comes to failure in the end.

Ojalá cobraran voz mis brazos, y mis manos, y mi pelo, y mis pies, por el arte de Dédalo o de algún dios, para agarrarse todos de tus rodillas, conjurándote con llanto y con palabras de todas las clases.

when all fears of a possible worse thing are passed, there is in some sense peace and even glory.

What the spirit of man can aim at achieving is a dignity which remains when the gods have withdrawn or joined the side of evil, a serene despair which knows that the world contains no higher hope than the human spirit can find within itself.

Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to an end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house

And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And the hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

Misfortunes in the end Grow tired of plaguing; storms in time blow themselves out. So luck will change from man to man; and everything Yields place to something else. Despair is cowardly; The brave man holds fast to confidence and hope.

Olimpljanin Div je svugde gospodar. A bogovi daju što ne sluti niko; kad tvrdo se nadaš, nada te izda; gde nade i nema, bog pomaže i tu. I ovo se dogodi tako.

You love the light so much? I do, I love its hopes.

Wretched, wretched one! Who then or God, or mortal, or [unexpected event, [121] ] having accomplished a way out of inextricable difficulties, will show forth to the sole twain Atrides a release from ills?

Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to and end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house.

Was my life going to go on like this forever, totally uneventful? Alternating between unfulfilled expectations and expected disappointments?

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.

Not a frog, I hope?" he asked…She shook her head. "No. And if it was I wouldn't kiss it, I promise you. I might kiss a prince if I could be sure he'd turn into a frog, but not the other way around.

Pauline kept a scrapbook into which she pasted important articles that she had cut out of the newspapers. These were about the courageous deeds that had been done by people even if they only had one leg or couldn't see or had been dropped on their heads when they were babies. 'It's to make me brave,' she'd explained to Annika.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.