Quotes About Hope

Fluctuat nec mergitur [It tosses but doesn't sink].

Urbi et orbi [To the city and to the world].

Some pray to marry the man they love, my prayer will somewhat vary I humbly pray to heaven above that I love the man I marry.

Con su evangelio, Lucas ha escrito un libro que pueden leer personas que padecen enfermedades interiores y exteriores, para así experimentar en sí mismas la fuerza curativa y consoladora de las palabras.

Somos ele e eu Sandokans de meia idade, pensou o médico, em que a aventura consiste em decifrar a página necrológica do jornal na esperança de que a omissão do nosso nome nos garanta estarmos vivos. E vamos entretanto partindo aos pedaços, por fracções, o cabelo, o apêndice, a vesicula, alguns dentes, como encomendas desmontáveis

Se nos negam aqui o pão e o vinho, Avante! É largo, imenso, esse horizonte… Não, não se fecha o Mundo! E além, defronte, E em toda a parte há luz, vida e carinho!

Estreita é do prazer na vida a taça: Largo, como o oceano é largo e fundo, E como ele em venturas infecundo, O cális amargoso da desgraça. E contudo nossa alma, quando passa incerta peregrina, pelo mundo, Prazer só pede à vida, amor fecundo, É com essa esperança que se abraça.

Turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.

Many people in Western Europe in the year 1000 expected the world to come to an end. But instead of ending, conditions of life - particularly in the Low Countries - began to improve.

I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

If you expect the worst from a person you can never be disappointed.

You want to hope for something better than what you have right now, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't be hoping. But then, you forget that you have it all right now anyway, and you don't know it. Why not concentrate on the now instead of hoping for better times in the future? Why not understand the now instead of forgetting it and hoping for the future? Isn't the future just another trap?

If only life were like a Jules Verne novel, thinks Marie-Laure, and you could page ahead when you most needed to, and learn what would happen.

Seventy-six years old," she whispers, "and I can still feel like this? Like a little girl with stars in my eyes?

But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust.

Why can't healing happen as quickly as wounding?

Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right ... She only wants a tide of normality to wash in and cover everything again.

Hope was a sunrise, a friend in the alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.

You ever hope for something so much? So much you can't sleep, so much your skull hurts? But the thing is, you don't even know if the thing you're wishing for is possible? You don't even know if it could happen? And it's all out of your control?

He says, "I saved her only to hear her die.

Some griefs can never be put right.

Do you think, Madame, that in heaven we will really get to see God face-to-face?" "We might." "What if you're blind?" "I'd expect that if God wants us to see something, we'll see it.

German sailors sing a drunken song in the street, and a house spider over the stove spins a new web every night, and to Marie-Laure this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.

This, perhaps, is how lives are measured, a series of abandonments that we hope beyond reason will eventually be reconciled.