Quotes About Hope

Let us be like a bird for a moment perched On a frail branch when he sings; Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song, Knowing that he has wings.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

So struggled beneath its anguish this unhappy soul. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom are aggregated all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity, He also, while the olive trees were shivering in the fierce breathe of the Infinite, had long put away from his hand the fearful chalice that appeared before him, dripping with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths.

It will come, citizens, the day when all shall be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is so that it may come that we are going to die.

Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

If no one loved, the sun would go out.

les plus belles années d'une vie sont celles que l'on a pas encore vécues.

Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the hearts of men.

So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.

France bleeds, but liberty smiles, and before the smile of liberty, France forgets her wound.

Do we ever realize our fondest dreams?

There is a point at which the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confounded in a single word, a fatal word, Les Miserables.

I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. *Fantine

Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.

He believed that faith gives health. He sought to counsel and calm the despairing by pointing out the Man of Resignation, and to transform the grief that contemplates the grave by showing it the grief that looks up to the stars.

In the future no one will kill anyone, the earth will shine, the human race will love. It will come, citizens, the day when all will be peace, harmony, light, joy, and life, it will come. And it is so that it comes that we are going to die.

Il y a des illusions touchantes qui sont peut-être des réalités sublimes.

If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, call it To-morrow.

In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.

Hope is the Word which God has written on the brow of every man.

Thus is youth constituted; it quickly wipes its eye; it believes sorrow useless and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future before an unknown being which is itself. It is natural for it to be happy. IT seems as though it breathed hope.

The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thanking God.

God decreed that the love which came to Cosette was a love that saves.