Quotes About Hope

Så deilig å se henne oppildnet igjen, tenkte Diane. Herlig å få henne tilbake fra de grufulle smertene som nesten ødela henne.

look at the sun. 'They'll see

She'd once thought God would never intentionally hurt her. But looking back over her life, she'd had cause to rethink that. She was certain nothing touched her life that didn't first filter through the loving hands of her heavenly father. But she was also convinced that God sometimes wounded, in order to bind up. And that He shattered, so that His hands could heal. This was part of His inheritance she'd overlooked before, but never would again.

Settled on the carriage seat, Olivia drew in a deep breath, the first in what felt like five years. she knew it was wrong, what she was feeling. Because of widow of only a week shouldn't wish to dance a jig. But God help her, that's precisely what part of her wanted to do. Not on the grave of her recently deceased husband, of course-that would be considered rude. Just off to the side would suffice.

Thoughts of the future and what it might hold threatened to crowd out her happiness, but she quickly reined in her thoughts and her fears. The good-byes here are only temporary. Someday there will be only together forevers.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

life isn't always just. But God, who sees everything, is. And He will bring good from it.

She couldn't help but wonder at the events of recent days, and at how—even in the face of such misfortune, there was so much good,

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

I ain't one to question the Lord's goodness, but sometimes it sure feels like he can give a body too much to bear, don't it?

I've never tried to imagine a world without God. This one seems hard enough as it is.

Molly?" "Yes?" He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. "I'll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you're ready—if you're ever ready—all you have to do is . . ." He didn't complete the sentence. He didn't have to.

She looked at him for the longest time, and he sensed she wanted to tell him something, so he kept quiet, giving her ample opportunity. She finally stood on tiptoe and kissed him, high on the cheek, about as far away from his mouth as she could get. But that was okay. She'd kissed him. It was a start. And he'd take it.

Alexandra would have sworn the veil to heaven lifted ever so slightly. She could all but feel the brush of it against her face.

He's so good to give us the bitter moments of life that, in his mercy, keep us dependent on him, that remind us that this earth is not a believer's home, that so much "better" awaits us in every way. And he gives us the sweet moments to encourage us in our sanctification journey, to give us a taste of the eternal, of his goodness. He gives us both because he knows what we need better than we know ourselves. And his timing is always perfect. And aren't we grateful?

You just let the tears come, ma'am. You got every reason under heaven to be cryin'. And just cuz don't mean you don't trust the good Lawd no more either. Jesus knows that.

Meeting with Ramsey to discuss the details of this case had confirmed something Wyatt had hoped—that he'd have a few hours each morning to help out here. It'd push him, for sure, what with spending late night hours scouting one gambling house to the next. But considering the woman in front of him, she was worth it. He wanted to make a difference in her life and prove to her that not every man would up and leave when things got rough.

God had to humble you before He could raise you up. So get ready to be raised!

Perps didn't always get their just deserts in this life. That was one of the reasons she kept believing in God, the hope that he would kick ass in the afterlife.

As Winston Churchill said, "If you're going through hell, keep going." I know from hard experience that can be the longest journey down the darkest road. And I have learned that sometime the shortest distance isnt' forward, but up.

Solo sigo rogando por mí mismo y por el género humano, siempre, siempre con espíritu gentil y la razón serena, para no caer en la brutalidad, incluso ante el empuje de tanta angustia oscura.

Our constitutional liberties shall not be sacrificed in our search for greater security, for that is what our enemies and all enemies of freedom and democracy hope to achieve.

Hope is really just desire disguised, just desperation, aching, dressed up like a prayer.

The only sure thing is that God has a plan for your life.