Quotes About Hope

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The important point here is that the idea of "heaven" as the eternal hope of the righteous has no structural place in the story. It is simply irrelevant and extraneous to the plot. Heaven was never part of God's purposes for humanity in the beginning of the story and has no intrinsic role as the final destiny of human salvation.

Ethics is lived eschatology. It is, as New Testament scholar George Eldon Ladd put it, "the presence of the future."4

The best of us grieve over the loss but do not dwell on it. Instead we draw from our inner strength to help us move on from our pain.

You can't go back. Can't fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference." She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. "From where I'm standing, you're the best step I ever took.

It's more than you think it can be, she heard herself say. It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if...but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.

You have to trust or you're only living half a life.

I'm fine right here. All patience, he bent down until his face was close to hers. What you are is hoping to get drunk enough so that you can take a few punches at someone without worrying about the consequences. With me, you don't have to get drunk, you don't have to worry. You can take all the punches you want. Why? Because you have something sad in your eyes and it gets to me.

She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.

He'd walked into her life, and everything had changed. He'd found her; she'd found him—and all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world. And you're lucky enough to have a family to share it with.

You have to trust, or you're only living half a life. You have to try to help or even that half is empty.

I pray our bond can be repaired, and I pray she comes to understand our bond was forged and will only hold strong in death.

You're thinking I'm not aware of the worst that could happen. I am, but I just don't believe the worst is going to happen.

Eve. He took both her hands, brought them to his lips. He wanted to gather her up, cover her in something soft, something beautiful. He wanted to hold her until every horrid memory was washed away. What you are is a miracle.

The world can be so dark. It's foolish to deny it, and the Irish know the dark better than some in any case. It reminds us to hold on to the light, every minute we can, and to prize it.

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high, face serene and somehow kind. Lights glowed in her, around her, charging her with brilliance, with purpose. And how many, Eve thought, had seen that welcome, that promise, when they'd crossed an ocean to a new world? A new life? How

And even when life sucks wide, it can get better.

Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

They'd all wait for her until the morning.

I would've found you," she murmured, "even on the darkest road.

The rap sheet of a dick. Dicks kill as much as anyone. I do try to keep mine nonviolent. The smirk that crossed her face felt good. It's got some punch. Thanks, darling. I'd love to punch you later. You always want to punch me. That's love for you. Amused, she angled her head, studied him. Maybe I'll punch you back. Here's hoping.

It's more than you think it can be," she heard herself say. "It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if . . . but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.