Quotes About Hope

It's a lot easier for our children to look forward to a hopeful future if they have the confidence that we are doing all we can, while they are in our care, to groom them for the future.

The issue isn't--nor should it ever be--how weak our child is, but rather how strong our God is.

If you keep these needs in the forefront of your mind as you work to be a blessing giver to your grandchildren, you will do wonders for their relationship with their parents, their view of themselves, their relationships to the people around them, and their attitude toward God. The three needs every child is born with are: • a secure love • a significant purpose • a sufficient hope

They believe that the loved ones who have passed on are somehow looking down from heaven and watching out for them. All of that may feel nice, but there is no biblical basis for assuming it's true.

Kasyanov, I think I've made it pretty clear," Lachance said. "Our attitude controls is damaged beyond repair, retro capability is down to thirty percent. Several containment bulkheads are cracked, and there's a good chance if we initiate thrust we'll just flash-fry ourselves with radiation." He paused briefly. "We do still have coffee, though. That's one positive.

Hoop nodded. "Everything's good." "For now," Ripley said. "Only for now. Nothing stays good for long. Not ever.

But this too is true: stories save us.

Because it's all relative. You're pinned down in some filthy hellhole of a paddy, getting your ass delivered to kingdom come, but then for a few seconds everything goes quiet and you look up and see the sun and a few puffy white clouds, and the immense serenity flashes against your eyeballs - the whole world gets rearranged - and even though you're pinned down by a war you've never felt more at peace.

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending.

She'd say amazing things sometimes. Once you're alive, she'd say, you cant ever be dead.

I drank some chocolate milk and then lay down on the sofa in my "living" room, not really sad, just floating; trying to imagine what it was to be dead. Nothing much came to me. I remember closing my eyes and whispering her name, trying to make her come back. As we stared at each other, neither of us moving, I felt some...thing go shut in my heart while something else swung open

Stories can save us.

In some respects, though not many, the waiting was worse than the tunnel itself. Imagination was a killer.

Fakat ÅŸu da doÄŸru; hikayeler bizi kurtarabilir.

Can a word stop your heart as surely as arsenic?

Every dark cloud may well have its silver lining, but I have come to learn that every silver lining has its dark consequences.

But truly it was not the money that mattered. It was the distant glitter of everything that was possible in the world, the things she had always wanted for herself and could not name and called happiness because there was no other word.

but he just slipped the pantyhose over his nose and breathed deep and let the magic do its work. It turned us into a platoon of believers. You don't dispute facts. But then, near the end of October, his girlfriend dumped him. It was a hard blow. Dobbins went quiet for a while, staring down at her letter, then after a time he took out the stockings and tied them around his neck as a comforter. 'No sweat,' he said. 'The magic doesn't go away.

Can we not believe that two adults, in love, might resolve to make their own miracle?

this too is true: stories can save us.

Well, right now,' she said, 'I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like... I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.' 'A book?' I said. 'An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll ick it up and start reading.

There's a way out of every disaster except your last one.

Beth gasped, then whirled and ran back in despair toward the fires, her most basic assumptions about the world shaken for the first time; for she knew beyond hope of rationalization that, though the voice had been Bonnett's and had come out of his mouth, it had been someone else speaking to her through them.

He found he was implicitly confident of a way out…and his face reddened when he realized that it was an axiom called up from early childhood—the conviction that if he cried hard enough and long enough, someone would take him home.