Quotes About Hope

I've survived quite a few generations. That's because I never lost my enthusiasm. I wake up every morning like on Christmas Day, waiting for the gifts.

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

In spite of unseasonable wind, snow and unexpected weather of all sorts - a gardener still plants. And tends what they have planted ... believing that Spring will come.

The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there.

Things always look better in the morning.

The world awakens on the run And will soon be earning With hopes of better days to come It's a morning yearning.

Sometimes just getting up in the morning and standing at the gate can bring the gate down.

Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'

As the dawn comes up like thunder.

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn't happened this morning, either.

And that's what got me to the piano, that's what got me up in the morning: a blank piece of paper and a hope to have something by the end of the day.

The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves; most things, in fact, are better in the morning.

Each morning is the open door to a new world - new vistas, new aims, new tryings.

May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

I empty myself with light Until I become morning.

Morning is a new sheet of paper for you to write on.

I was up watching Meet Joe Black at four AM. I was hoping Brad Pitt would die, and he was still alive at seven forty in the morning! I actually felt sorry for once, for critics.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why?

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

There is something to be said for waking up every morning and seeing the sun.

The darkness has departed and the night stars have passed by, you have touched my life like never before and I cannot stop thanking God for you in my life. Have a great day!