Quotes About Hope

You? I know you! You trust beyond reason. She met his eyes steadily. Yes. It's how I get results beyond hope. As you may recall.

There will be grace and forgiveness enough, old dog, even for you. I pray you will spare me a drink from that cup, when it overflows for you. - Miles Vorkosigan

Take heart, sir, Cazaril consoled him. It is not your destiny today to win a royacy for your son. It is to win an empire for your grandson.

Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

We just try to go from day to day. Surprising where you can end up, that way.

Just once, Pen thought glumly, he'd like to get an answer to prayers, instead of being delivered as one.

I believe, she said slowly at last, that the tormented are very close to God. I'm sorry, Sergeant. He

It's never too late to save something," he said sternly. "Might not be what you wanted, is all.

He polished the mud off the coin—little enough even if gold—and pulled out his own purse. Now there was an empty bladder. He dropped the thin disk of metal into the leather mouth and stared down at its lonely glint. He sighed and tucked the pouch away. Now he had a hope for bandits to steal again. Now he had a reason to fear. He reflected on his new burden, so great for its weight

He smiled, recapturing her hand. "A very wise woman once told me—you just go on. I've never encountered any good advice that didn't boil down to that, in the end. Not even my father's." I want to be with you always, so you can make me laugh myself well.

Then she said, "You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on." "What do you find on the other side? When you go on?" She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?

Could you people stop trying to come up with novel ways to kill me for just ONE HOUR? Or maybe the rest of the night? I would SO like that. Just the rest of the night. Just sit down. Just stop doing anything. Sit down and wait sensibly. Earth, water, air, fire - you're running out of elements here!

Trust in the gods, They will supply? Hardly. He wondered suddenly if it was as hard for the gods to have faith in Ingrey as it was for him to have faith in Them, and a weird wild urge to show Them how it should be done swept him for a moment.

The world is ashes and the gods are a horror. Tell me, Learned, what other place is there for me to go?

Prayer, he suspected... was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease—that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Exile, for no other reason than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

We can stop at the Vilnoc temple and pray for him, if you like." Lencia looked down at her sandals, up at Penric.  "Does it help?" "For a certainty… only at the very end of all journeys

You shall lie warm here, watching the long lake change its faces, winter to spring, summer to fall. No armies march here, and even the deepest midnights aren't wholly dark. Surely God won't overlook you, in such a spot as this. There will be grace and forgiveness enough, old dog, even for you." He lit the offering. "I pray you will spare me a drink from that cup, when it overflows

Oh." Jadwiga looked more confused than thrilled at this news, though Ingi, who had brightened at the mention of the van, shot Ekaterin a sudden sharp look, beseeching hope muted by who-knew-what harsh experiences of disappointment and frustration. Ekaterin bit her lip on promises she could not yet guarantee.

Ivan?" Falco prodded. "Huh?" Ivan started. "Oh, you know I'm fine, sir!" "So we all have long hoped," Falco murmured. "Well, that disposes of that issue. Next, adultery. Do either of you accuse the other of adultery?" "There's hardly been time, sir!" said Ivan indignantly.

Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Certain death still held attraction. Uncertain death, less so. He hurt enough already.

Yet if all things end, even despair must, too. Not in my lifetime. But sometime.