Quotes About Hope

La speranza è uno spavento.

Dia prova di prudenza, è sempre una buona scusa. Oppure parta con me domani. Non faccia la sciocchezza di perdersi qualcosa per eccesso di esperienza. Parta con me, dia una possibilità all'impossibile. Non ha idea di quanto l'impossibile non ne possa più, e a che punto abbia bisogno di noi.

It is always pathetic to watch the efforts a man makes to cling to a straw, especially when one is oneself the straw.

It was as though I were appealing a medical verdict to a higher court; and I knew, after all, though the law is occasionally flexible enough to grant a suspended sentence, it is futile to keep appealing against decrees of nature.

Credeva nella sventura perché era solo. Per la speranza bisogna essere in due. Tutte le leggi dei grandi numeri cominciano con questa certezza.

After all,' he said, "I suppose there are things that nothing can kill and that remain forever intact. It's as if nothing could ever happen to human beings. They're a species over which it's not easy to triumph. They've a way of rising from the ashes, smiling and holding hands.

Il fut donc à la fois profondément rassuré et attristé lorsqu'il atteignirent la camionnette et qu'ils purent monter et démarrer sans qu'un seul coup de feu fût tiré. C'était, par une fois, une révolution authentique et nouvelle, qui méritait de gagner et de durer, comme celle de Juan Bosch, mais qui allait perdre, parce qu'elle était trop belle. Elle allait durer ce que durent les roses.

He always remembered it vividly when he was in physical pain and when the limit of his strength seemed to have been reached, and it was a memory that helped him every time to hold out and to go on.

There were unfinished paintings against the wall that look promising because they were unfinished, and some finished ones that looked beyond hope.

He thought of all that the newspapers were printing about him. Each man attributed to him his own hopes, his own motives and rancors, and his own secret misanthropy: it was in vain that he stated his own aims clearly; there was nothing he could do about it. And yet the truth was clear; it could hardly be clearer. He loved all those free roots that gave their beauty to the earth and to man's life on it. He loved nature, and he had always done his best to defend it.

The nurses were smiling, the doctors came and smiled, the other patients watched them and listened to their conversation and giggled cheerfully. They all knew who General Pei was, and they were eager to show him their unshakable faith in the life ahead of them, even though almost all in this ward were individually dying. But collectively they had tremendous prospects, and they were lying there on their backs, too weak to move, beaming.

Maman ! hurle Carmen, en voyant que je partais et que j'avais déjà un pied dehors. Ne t'en va donc pas comme ça ! Laisse-nous quelque chose, en attendant que Lucien trouve du travail ! » « Tout ce que j'peux vous laisser, c'est ça ! » que j'leurs dis , en levant une jambe et en lâchant un pet.

As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.

Die ganze Dunkelheit der Welt reicht nicht aus, das Licht einer einzigen Kerze zu löschen.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.

Let these men sing out their songs, they've been walking all day long, all their fortune's spent and gone... silver dollar in the subway station; quarters for the papers for the jobs.

A 'dreamer' is one possesses the gift of dreaming by day. Sure, many dream at night, but don't also small babies and animals dream at night? To dream by day and dream aloud: Is this not the reward for all the troubles we humans must face?

A tired man lay down his head in a dusty room so dim, and for so long his wife did shake and yell to waken him. Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stir of sandy, red bullfights, of powder-blasts in the air and carnival delights. Yet still his wife was in despair in a dusty room so dim, for she knew death was a whore not far from tempting him.

Do not put your spoon into the pot which does not boil for you.

The Transfiguration is the summer lightning of the coming Resurrection. Also of our own resurrection, for we too are to partake

Obama won the presidency on the strength of his message and the skills of the messenger. Now the talk of hope and change feels out of tune when so many Americans are out of work, over-mortgaged, and worried that life will be even tougher for their children.

We, the people. Manifest Destiny. Conceived in liberty. Fear itself. Ask not. Morning in America. United we stand. Yes, we can. In times of great change and tumult, presidents seek to inspire beleaguered Americans by reminding them of their national identity.

Wounded and nearly blind with fear, I clung to the Scriptures: 'Ask and you shall receive...' 'Pray without ceasing...' 'I will do whatever you ask for in My name...' Grimly, I shut out another verse, this one from the book of Job: 'The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.