Quotes About Hope

I guess love first requires empty arms with a sun between them before clouds start to fill spaces.

You aren't the only ones who have been out there and come back. Lyons and zephrys and dead flower arrangements climb up the trellys to reach Heaven and fail. Fall right at my feet and stay there.

I am grieved at your sorrow, although it will hereafter be a source of joy unto you. The purest water runs from the hardest rock.

Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

O, let America be America again—The land that never has been yet—

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all Will know sweet freedom's way, Where greed no longer saps the soul Nor avarice blights our day. A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the earth And every man is free, Where wretchedness will hang its head And joy, like a pearl, Attends the needs of all mankind- Of such I dream, my world!

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Question and Answer Durban, Birmingham, Cape Town, Alabama, Johannesburg, Watts, The earth around Struggling, fighting, Dying--for what? A world to gain. Groping, hoping, Waiting--for what? A world to gain. Dreams kicked asunder, Why not go under? There's a world to gain. But suppose I don't want it, Why take it? To remake it.

Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.

Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice." He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink faded now and barely legible, though Clary could make out the signature: With hope at last, William Herondale.

Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

You could give me the past," he said a little sadly. "But Alec is my future.

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

If there is a life after this one", he said, "let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.

God knows we're all drawn to what's beautiful and broken.

Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting." -Clary and Jace pg. 114

He closed his eyes. "I'm so tired, Tess," he said. "I only wanted pleasant dreams for once." "That is not the way to get them, Will," she said softly. "You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.