Quotes About Hope

Why the anchor?""Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.

Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me the value of my thorns. Show me how I have climbed to You through my path of pain. Show me that it is through my tears that I have seen rainbows.

the possibility of our deliverance lies not in the future but in the past, in a mystery beyond memory.

It was as if an embankment had been swept away and I (Neel ) were floundering in a flood , trying not to drown in my grief.

Mere shame couldn't, after all, be counted on to provide the escape of death.

and that's why it's so hard for them when they discover that this equality they've been told about is a carrot on a stick – something that's dangled in front of their noses to keep them going, but always kept just out of reach.

that one could grant freedom by imposing subjugation? that one could open a cage by pushing it inside a bigger cage? How could any section of a people hope to achieve freedom where the entirety of a populace was held in subjection?

Raising her voice, the woman said to the crowd, in archaic rustic Bengali: 'The time is here, pray that all goes well for our Laakhan, once again.

And in fact that selfsame strange urge I had when I was small - the desire to grant a second chance to something that could never have one - is still one of the urges that set me going today whenever I sit down to write a story.

Kad sam bio dijete, nadao sam se da ?u kad odrastem postati knjiga. Ne književnik, nego knjiga. Ljude se može pobiti kao mrave, pa ni književnike nije teško ubiti. Ali za knjigu, ?ak i ako je sustavno unište, postoji šansa da se neki primjerak spasio i da ?e nastaviti živjeti na polici, živjeti nijemim životom na nekoj od zaboravljenih polica u nekoj zaba?enoj knjižnici, u Rejkjaviku, Valladolidu ili Vancouveru.

Blessed are the dreamers, and cursed be the man who opens their eyes. True, the dreamers cannot save us, neither they nor their disciples, but without dreams and without dreamers the curse that lies upon us would be seven times heavier. Thanks to the dreamers, maybe we who are awake are a little less ossified and desperate than we would be without them.

Even after she disappeared, it did not settle at once, but continued to make waves and produced a trickling, rustling sound that Shmuel hoped would not die away too soon.

Há boas e más novas no café. A má, é que o tempo corre. A boa, é que o tempo cura.

For refugees everywhere — may you find home

A captive may sing but still perish

Our soul, as bird, escapéd is out of the fowler's snare: the snare asunder broken is; and we delivered are. —Psalm 124, Verse 7 The Bay Psalm Book,* 1640

What you forget, living here, is that just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.

I bought packets of wildflower and zinnia seeds, and sprinkled them around the falling-down house. Maybe the rain we can expect tonight will do something about it.

Amy Koppelman

If the castle is hope, memory is the moat that surrounds it.

Hold on to what is good, even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe, even if it is a tree which stands alone. Hold on to what you must do, even if it is a long way from here.

Miracles need people as much as people need miracles.

I love the optimism on the shores of youth, where time hasn't yet eroded faith.