Quotes About Hope

The soul does not give up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

Confiar es a veces abandonar.

Es que tiene en el alma una perla, la inocencia; y las perlas no se disuelven en el fango. [...] Se revuelca en estiércol y sale de él recubierto de estrellas.

Rien n'est tel que le dogme pour enfanter le rêve. Et rien n'est tel que le rêve pour engendrer l'avenir. Utopie aujourd'hui, chair et os demain.

What have we to fear, we who believe?

Whom man kill, God restores to life; whom the brothers pursue the Father redeems. Pray and believe and go onward into life. You Father is there.

He who despairs is wrong. Progress infallibly awakens, and, in short, we might say that it advances even in sleep, for it has grown.

The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.

Above all, you can believe in Providence in either of two ways, either as thirst believes in the orange, or as the ass believes in the whip.

The poor priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I have brought back the treasure of a cathedral.

Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light up the great dates, as we would light torches.

Ä°nsan içinde bulunduÄŸu umutsuz koÅŸullarda bazen bir zinciri bir saç teliyle koparabileceÄŸini san?r. (s. 55)

To understand the nature of the Revolution we must call it progress; and we may define progress by the word tomorrow.

Ništa je umreti - strašno je ne živeti.

A forza d'uscire per recarsi a sognare, viene il giorno in cui si esce per andarsi ad annegare.

they no longer had any hope, but they had despair. Despair is a last weapon that sometimes brings victory; Virgil said so.

Every skull-cap may dream of the tiara.

J'étais dans la mort; tu m'as remise dans la vie. Toi là, c'est le ciel à côté de moi. Donne-moi ta main, que je touche Dieu!

God raises from the dead he who man slays, he whom his brothers have rejected, finds his father once more. Pray, believe, enter into life the father is there.

what can man do in hell, they sang; for song lingers where there is no longer any hope.

At the hour of civilization through which we are now passing, and which is still so sombre, the miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.

and after all in this house what have we to fear? There is always someone with us who is stronger. The devil may visit us, but God lives here.

As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.

Se quereis saber o que é a revolução, chamai-lhe Progresso, se quereis saber o que é o progresso, chamai-lhe Amanhã