Quotes About Hope

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.

and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow - And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too. A long way to go.

Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word.

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.

DEAR BABY, Isn't it good to know winter is coming—

For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too

I bless you, all living things, I bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless you in the endless future, amen.

Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep.

What is a rainbow, Lord? A hoop for the lowly.

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. –

He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.

Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?

Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, He'll be all right. And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that awful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me.

Everything'll be all right, desolation is desolation everywhere and desolation is all we got and desolation aint so bad