Quotes About Hope

Rich is not writing about transcending this world... But about transforming it. Here, and now. And what hope do we have of changing the world if we can't change our sorry-ass selves? As wisdom tends to do, the poem reveals something very simple that's been here all along: We are not the center of everything. But we are a part of everything.

Life goes on, you know, and there are compensations to be found. We cannot keep harking back to the past.

God could perform miracles, and she was praying as hard as she could for one.

God did not say, You will not be troubled, you will not be belabored, you will not be afflicted; but He said, You will not be overcome.

how long before hope begins to eat itself? how many flags must be waved? when does a man let go of his wife's hand in order to hold his child?

The new world is as yet behind the veil of destiny In my eyes, however its dawn has been unveiled

Failure is not fatal until we surrender trying again is the key of glorious victory

But maybe, that's the point. That there are no guarentees. There are no happy endings. But you show up anyway. You don't give up. You NEVER give up. Maybe that's what it takes to be a HERO. -Billy Kaplan

Allegra Goodman

She didn't think that she could sway the universe, but she hoped that you could nudge it with a prayer.

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

The odds of me living until I'm a hundred are slim to none, but I'll try, and I'll enjoy every precious moment.

Allen Carr saved my life.

I closed my mind, prayed it wouldn't be me, kept my head firmly in the sand and hoped that I would wake up one morning with no desire to smoke.

When I had tried to stop previously there were weeks of dark depression. There would be odd days when I was comparatively cheerful but the next day I would invariably sink back into the misery and depression. It was like clawing your way out of a slippery pit—you feel that you are nearing the top; you can see the sunshine—and then find yourself sliding back down again.

You too must seek the sun...

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.

America why are your libraries full of tears?

May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or gunsight at his white haired face!

fortunately all governments will fall the only ones which won't fall are the good ones and the good ones don't yet exist

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried.

I'll finish this poem in my next life.

but I will die only for poetry, that will save the world