Quotes About Hope

What did you do when the worst thing that could happen to you had already happened - how did you live life then? You had to hand it to Theo Wyre, just carrying on living required a strength and courage that most people didn't have.

Sweet sixteen, Hugh said, kissing her affectionately. Happy birthday, little bear. Your future's all ahead of you. Ursula still harbored the feeling that some of her future was also behind her but she had learned not to voice such things.

Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that 'something' was she had no idea.

But I know nothing; my future is a wide-open vista, leading to an unknown country - The Rest Of My Life.

She'd had a glimpse of a possible future-the pretty cottage, the garden full of flowers and vegetables, bread in the oven, a bowl of strawberries on the table, the happy baby hitched on her hip while she threw corn to the chickens. It would be like a Hardy novel before it all goes wrong.

Mr. Carver hadn't been such a bad sort really. He had been very keen on Esperanto, which had seemed an absurd eccentricity at the time but now Ursula thought it might be a good thing to have a universal language, as Latin had once been. Oh, yes, Miss Woolf said, a common language was a wonderful idea, but utterly utopian. All good ideas were, she said sadly.

It's funny, isn't it, Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula's ear, how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.

I dreamt of going on the stage once, he said, looking crestfallen. It's never too late, I said vaguely. A lie, of course, as often, unfortunately, it is much too late.

how strange it was that people just kept on going, even when their world no longer existed.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.

The soul that loves God has its rest in God and in God alone. In all the paths that men walk in in the world, they do not attain peace until they draw nigh to hope in God.

Of the future, man knows least; yet, about this, he worries most.

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

To tell men that they cannot help themselves is to fling them into recklessness and despair.

An inherent sense of man makes him long for an eternal paradise.

What man has done, man can aspire to do.

Astronomy would not provide me with bread if men did not entertain hopes of reading the future in the heavens.

I saw a man clothed with rags . . . a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

Each man dreams his own heaven.

Men will not always die quietly.

God is a dark night to man in this life.

The man who will live above his present circumstances, is in great danger of soon living beneath them; or as the Italian proverb says, "The man that lives by hope, will die by despair.

Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.