Quotes About Hope

Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky yet I know you exist and are no futile dream.

Pain will no longer be our curse, Molly

Your faith rests on the future of yourself and others as individuals, mine in the future and fate of our successors. It seems to me that yours is the more selfish

No other woman had that air of spring in January, that ever-bubbling fount of love and hope.

Oh, there would always be more storms to weather, but holding on to each other, they could wait for the break in the clouds. The bright patch of blue. As long as they kept holding on.

It'll all come right. Because, of course, I do believe...I believe - I believe in everything...sun, moon, stars, in seasons - trees, flowers - people, music, life...yes, in life.

Salmo 30 ("Senhor meu Deus, clamei a ti, e tu me saraste. Senhor, fizeste subir a minha alma da sepultura; conservaste-me a vida para que não descesse ao abismo").

the secret is not to speak to a person's cynicism, but to speak to her passion.

She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.

It was good and nothing good is ever lost.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment.

The only thing that God can do, and does all of the time, is to draw good from any evil situation.

AUGUST 9 The next morning, I travel north to my Potts reservation home...In one enormous, empty field a sign is planted that reads Future Home of the Living God. ...I pull over and take a photograph of the sign, and keep driving....We are an idea, then. Maybe God has decided that we are an idea not worth thinking anymore.

in the despair of routine any aberration is a radiant signal.

A MAN FINDS happiness so fleetingly, like the petals melting off a prairie rose. Even as you touch that feeling it dries up, leaving only the dust of that emotion, a powder of hope.

To Delphine, the hesitation of March was cheering. March was all expectation, a gathering of power. Still cold but marginally warmer every day - a hopeful time of the year

Eddy tells me his book is basically an argument against suicide. Every page contains a reason not to kill yourself.

Her voice was often heavy with dismissed hope.

There was the residue of joy in their tattered yard.

Awee, said Mooshum. A happy death. And a noble lover for you, Ignatia, as he satisfied you even from the other side. I wish to die that way, but who will give me the chance?

The Death of the Heart

Neither life, nor angels, nor principalities nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, not height, nor depth, nor any other creature will separate you.

For a while in my life I'd lived with the certainty that I would be held in love, and now I was sleeping in a parking lot.

yes. But within a month of enduring this great thirst