Quotes About Hope

I slide to my knees and say, Please let this be over. Then, I'm not ready for it to be over.

How beautiful to dream. But dreams, I tell Gil, in one of our quiet moments are so damned tiring. He laughs. I can't promise you that you won't be tired, he says. But please know this. There's a lot of good waiting for you on the other side of tired. Get yourself tired, Andre. That's where you're going to know yourself. On the other side of tired.

Hate brings me to my knees, love gets me on my feet.

Men dream things — because men must have that which is beyond human reckoning to satisfy the need for comfort and a hedge against fear.

Il ne voulait penser qu'à elle, à Darka, comme si c'était pour la revoir qu'il lui fallait foncer à bord d'une vieille guimbarde dans les rues les plus cahoteuses de Lviv, secouer ses passagers pour les libérer de leurs calculs rénaux et aller ensuite la rejoindre, retrouver son guichet éclairé toute la nuit, rempart de lumière protégeant sa magicienne aux longs gants colorés.

He had already come to see human lives as one single communal life and it was perhaps this perception that gave him hope.

This sacrifice, which saved his life, reminded him again that the evil of this world could be put to rout by the will of a single human being.

Quand la mort nous regarde calmement dans les yeux, nous nous rendons compte qu'il y a eu dans notre vie quelques heures, de soleil ou de nuit, quelques visages auxquels nous revenons sans cesse, et qu'en fait ce qui nous rendait vivants, c'est les simple espoir de les retrouver...

In that light, across the field, is all I will never have. Next to me is all I will.

I hope for nothing; I fear nothing; I am free.

On my twenty-fifth birthday, when I had lived one quarter of a century, I was nearly dead, almost catatonic, without the will to live. By my twenty-sixth birthday, I wanted more than anything to live. I was one year old, an infant born out of a corpse, still with the smell of death on her, but hating death.

Some people believe that North Korean decision makers can be lured or blackmailed into starting reforms, while others hope that they will finally come to their senses and do the right thing for their people as long as the outside world stops meddling in their affairs.

Art affirms all that is best in man—hope, faith, love, beauty, prayer…What he dreams of and what he hopes for…What is art?…Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.

Our fraught way of life gives each of us a narrowly defined role, creating conditions conducive to developing only those elements in our psyche which allow us to grow within the confines of that role. The other areas of our psyche waste away. Hence lack of contact. Here psychological and social factors combine, and produce fear, distrust, moral baseness and the death of hope.

I want to underline my own belief that art must carry man's craving for the ideal, must be an expression of his reaching out towards it; that art must give man hope and faith. And the more hopeless the world in the artist's version, the more clearly perhaps must we see the ideal that stands in opposition to it—otherwise life would become impossible! Art symbolises the meaning of our existence.

Now only a genius can save humanity—not a prophet, no!—a genius who will formulate a new moral ideal. But where is he, this Messiah ? There is nothing left for us but to learn to die with dignity. Cynicism has never saved anyone yet; it's the lot of the faint-hearted.

There was no reason to get upset over one missed opportunity when so many more lay ahead.

air castles are often within our grasp late in life, but then they charm not.

The Church knows fully that its message is in harmony with the most secret desires of the human heart, when it champions the dignity of the human vocation, restoring hope to those who now despair of anything higher than their present lot. Its message, far from belittling man, secures the light, life and freedom of his development. Nothing other than this can satisfy the human heart: 'You have made us for yourself,' Lord, 'and our heart is restless until it rests in you.

Life is beautiful. Life is worth fighting for. It's not what happens to you, it's what you do with it.

To live in the hearts of those we leave behind is not to die. Thomas Campbell 1777-1844 Inscription on the gates of Kensington Palace in the days of mourning before the funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales

your pain brand new no matter how long it lasts which now means years...

Fear and hope are generally thought to be in conflict with each other, in the presence and worship of God they are found side by side in perfect and beautiful harmony. And this because in God Himself all apparent contradictions are reconciled. Righteousness and peace, judgment and mercy, holiness and love, infinite power and infinite gentleness, a majesty that is exalted above all heaven, and a condescension that bows very low, meet and kiss each other.

The power to believe a promise depends entirely on our faith in the one who promises.