Quotes About Hope

In this solitude there was also a heart that was all ready. Love had only to show its face; there was a temple there composed of greenery, of grass, of moss, of bird sighs, of soft shade, of agitated branches, and a soul made of gentleness, of faith, of candor, of hope, of aspiration, and of illusion.

A faith; this is a necessity for man. Woe to him who believes nothing.

so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this.

On emerging from that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on emerging from the dark. The future life, the possible life which offered itself to him henceforth, all pure and radiant, filled him with tremors and anxiety.

Vi sono abissi che salvano.

Am întâlnit pe strad? un tân?r foarte s?rac care iubea. Avea o p?l?rie veche, haine roase, coatele g?urite. Ghetele îi erau pline de ap? È™i inima îi era plin? de stele.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

Tu n'es encor que l'étincelle, Demain tu seras le soleil !

The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds.

In October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread.

CHAPTER V—AT BOMBARDA'S

The devil may visit us, but God lives here.

AÅŸk?n orta yolu yoktur; ya mahveder ya kurtar?r. AÅŸk, ölüm deÄŸilse hayatt?r.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

When I met your father, it was magic. Not for him—not then—but for me. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can look into a pair of eyes and see your whole future.

But I was wrong and stupid. I do love you. I love you and I miss you and I hope to hell I'm not too late because I want to grow old with the man I was young with.

You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive. I hope that you can find strength in me, too, V. That because of me, you will find a way to be strong. Hold my daughter tightly tonight, and tell her that somewhere far away, her papa is thinking of her. And tell her I will return.

Vianne knew Rachel wasn't asking how to hide in the barn; she was asking how to live after a loss like this, how to pick up one child and let the other go, how to keep breathing after you whisper "good-bye." "I can't leave her.

This too shall pass. Life has a way of going on, and you do your best to move with it. A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there's a scar, a memory, but it fades. Finally you realize that an hour has passed without your thinking about it, then a day...

Please don't humiliate me by killing yourself before we can save your life.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind. —WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, ODE:

Hope is a fragile thing, easily broken if handled too much.

She wanted to daydream, pretend that her world was upright instead of fallen on its side;