Quotes About Hope

I'm serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

Thucydides's ancient warning that "it is a habit of mankind to entrust to careless hope what they long for, and to use sovereign reason to thrust aside what they do not desire."16

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.

We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one's predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation... we are challenged to change ourselves.

The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

Love is the only future God offers.

Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.

Faith is necessary to men; woe to him who believes in nothing!

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul.

The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, in its whole and in its details, whatever the omissions, the exceptions, or the faults - is the march from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from the false to the true, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from rottenness to life, from brutality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from nothingness to God. Starting point: matter; goal: the soul. Hydra at the beginning, angel at the end.

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.

I was dying when you came.

there is a point when the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confused in a word, a mortal word, les miserables

Ce n'est rien de mourir, C'est affreux de ne pas vivre.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.