Quotes About Hope

Life is short, but it is wide. This too shall pass.

God will not allow us to be overwhelmed by temptation, but with it He will provide a way of escape so that we will be able to endure it.

It was his hopeless hope that some time he would have an experience that would act on his life like alchemy, turning to gold all the dark metals of events, and from that revelation he would go on his way rich with an inextinguishable joy. There had been, of course, no chance of his ever getting it. Literally there wasn't room to swing a revelation in his crowded life.

Each of us has always hoped that a stranger would come who would scatter holy water on the image of the other and lay it for ever

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.--Quoted in Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood

But I think mebbe it was himself he blamed most. 'It 'ud be different if only she'd come back,' he'd say. 'I'd never let her out of my sight.

I heard the ball rattling among the trees. All I could hope was that I was lucky and had a decent lie so that I could chip out. Of course I played a provisional…" He had started walking forward as he talked and Joe was once more trotting slightly behind. "A Provisional?" he asked, wondering how the IRA had got into things.

Aun la desgracia, para que pueda ser verdaderamente desgracia, tiene que contar con un instante de consuelo; de no ser así, ni siquiera tendría sentido como desgracia.

Jaký je to asi pocit, zachovávat i ve stavu naprostého zoufalství sv?j postoj, udržovat si d?vÄ›ru svých lidí a dodávat jim nadÄ›ji na pokraji smrti?

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more.

Sous cette brume empoisonnée par leurs fatigues d'hier, des millions d'hommes s'éveillent, déjà exténués d'aujourd'hui.

I think when you are truly stuck, when you have stood still in the same spot for too long, you throw a grenade in exactly the spot you were standing in, and jump, and pray. It is the momentum of last resort.

No matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.

They can keep men in here, under lock and key, deep in the dungeon until the final moments of their lives, so that men like York and me will never taste the rain. But they cannot keep us from passing our condensation on to the sky. They cannot keep us from raining down in China.

She) didn't believe in resilience. She believed in imagination.

My hope with this book is to spread the good news of the Jesus of history with the same fervor that I once applied to spreading the story of the Christ.

Breeders say you always look for the great one you lost. You watch every puppy in case he's the one. I will. I lost a great one. But I had him. And I'll recognize him. I cry for Ben, not because I lost him, but because he had to leave and I know how much he wanted to stay with me.

There is never a first time in memory, it is only in life that the future is uncertain, in memory the pain always returns in precisely the same manner, rushing to the present, you have to avoid certain places as you go over the past with the eye of the camera, whoever looks at himself on such a screen loses all hope.

There is never a first time in memory, it is only in life that the future is uncertain, in memory the pain always returns in precisely the same manner, rushing to the present, you have to avoid certain places as you go over the past with the eye of the camera, whoever looks at himself on such s a screen loses all hope.

I now know my children will live in a world far different from own. In their world, the Cubs are the best team in baseball.

The Cubs story is early excellence followed by Biblical drought, an endless trek across the wilderness.

To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse—the cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature.

Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!

With a kind of wry envy, Hazel realized that Bigwig was actually looking forward to meeting the Efrafan assault. He knew he could fight and he meant to show it. He was not thinking of anything else. The hopelessness of their chances had no important place in his thoughts. Even the sound of the digging, clearer already, only set him thinking of the best way to sell his life as dearly as he could.