Quotes About Hope

It wasn't bad, but it could not be great.

Geraldine Brooks

Geraldine Brooks

Geraldine Brooks

I give a patient God My patient heart.

The priest Zadok looked stricken. He had hoped to bargain information for a higher price. Now I, as a prophet, had given it to David for free.

That is the world as it is. If you do not like it, join me in attemping to change it.

To have saved this small, singular one—this alone seemed reason enough that I lived. I knew then that this was how I was meant to go on: away from death and toward life, from birth to birth, from seed to blossom, living my life amongst wonders.

they knew that what they hoped for from the operation was to safeguard their daughters' chastity, because upon that chastity depended the honor of the girls' fathers and brothers.

One day, I hope to go back. To my wife, to my girls, but also to the man of moral certainty that I was that day; that innocent man, who knew with such clear confidence exactly what it was that he was meant to do.

These things happen. It is not the end of the world.

Why wouldst thou rude on me they wring-world right foot rock?

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

That night, that yearOf now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

No, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee

But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-earth right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.

over het leven] De generale repetitie van een stuk, dat nooit wordt opgevoerd.

Het gaat slecht, verder gaat het goed.

Just keep fighting. Because actually isn't that bad. I mean, we started this band thinking that the world is just extremely ugly but I think now we realize it's more beautiful than we thought.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.