Quotes About Hope

I can turn the fields over, start again. It's sure to rain soon. Wheat's sure to grow.

now and again, to keep a person hoping. But even if it didn't your daddy would have to believe. It's coming on spring and he's a farmer.

His mother is worrying about him, Ma said. His mother is wishing her boy would come home.

Concern should drive us into action, not into a depression.

Have you ever noticed," Rosalie asks, "that the coloreds are always singing of the coming glory and the Irish are always singing of the glory lost?

Grief had destroyed Rosalie's parents. It seemed that God had reached down and scooped out the middle of the family as casually as if he were eating a watermelon.

But I knew that, both in fairyland and the real world, too, wishes were a slipperier things.

It is an unwise man who constantly looks into the past to condemn himself. You breathe life today, and it is what you do now that will see you through to tomorrow.

There is meaning in the dark corners of human life and in that meaning lies hope

Space and time blurred and the void filled with explosions and shards and narrow misses and voices in the Force: his pilots, laughing and swearing and howling to their deaths. He laughed and swore and howled along with them, the silence unbearable. Kill, kill, and kill again, slaughter the starfighters, slaughter the Tuskens, every loss is the same loss, every pain springs from one source. Save Kothlis, save Coruscant, save Padmé. Save them all.

The tapestry of her life was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope.

The tapestry of her life was dotted with threadbare spots, where grief or pain or loss had eaten through like hungry moths. But those faint traces, instead of detracting from the resplendent tones and rich hues of the intertwined threads, only intensified their splendor. It was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope.

Tu mi hai dato la fede, quando la mia fede era infranta. Mi hai dato la speranza che avevo perduto da tempo. Mi hai dato la pace che non conoscevo più

Hope was evil. It seduced you, then it dropped you on your ass so hard and so fast that you were worse off than when you started.

One day's too far ahead to plan.

Jesus is the quicker picker-upper.

Fear knocked and faith answered.

They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds. —Mexican Proverb

Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive.

Hope' is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And sings the tune without the words/And never stops–at all.

Your mother was not surprised to hear me say this. This was a time when the pendulum of hope still swung back and forth between us, so that some days she took to her bed with sorrow and some days she came home from the store with a shirt or a sweater or a pair of jeans that she would give you when you returned home to us.

Sometimes, all you could do was pray for the strength to carry on.

What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways, it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive." He waved his hand in the air. "Or not, in some cases.

You've fallen into the habit of feeling low. You can get used to anything, especially bad things. But the only direction now is up. You can't fall off the floor.