Quotes About Hope

By the presence of the Spirit, God's love, played out to the full in Christ, is an experienced reality in the heart of the believer. This is what the Spirit has so richly "shed abroad in our hearts." If we are not thus overtaken by God himself at this crucial point, then all else is lost, and we are without peace, groveling before God, living with little real hope, and experiencing present sufferings as a cause for complaint and despair rather than for "boasting.

as long as our dreams outweigh our memories, America will be forever young

There are many things which cannot be imagined," the Chinese say, "but there is nothing which may not happen.

Don't part with your illusions," said Mark Twain. "When they are gone you may still exist but you have ceased to live.

The students who surrendered the square on the morning of June 4 could not begin to imagine, in those sad days of 1989, that their ideas would eventually prevail. They set into motion a chain of events that will one day lead to a free and prosperous China, one better than they could, at that time, imagine—perhaps one better than we can imagine today.

Every time you wanted to do something, you'd hope it would score. You'd keep trying and trying, and all of the sudden, something would come right out of left field, like 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.' No one had any idea about that one.

The three components of happiness are something to do, someone to love, and something to look forward to. Think about it.

The three components of happiness are something to do, someone to love, and something to look forward to.

illuminated where I stood so I could better see myself and the world around me, and then he took that light and held it out so I could see the footholds and ledges I would need to reclaim a productive life.

Finally, if the person I'm talking to appears wedded determinedly to the past and unwilling to contemplate a better future, I grow impatient. It is misplaced kindness to offer only sympathy, even where it is clearly justified. It is hope that I'm really selling. If, after extended effort, I cannot persuade someone to buy, I am wasting both our time by continuing.

If this formulation appears to be overly analytical and to ignore the mysterious process of "falling in love," that is because in my experience the "chemistry" that causes us to choose one person over all other possibilities can be seen in retrospect as a combination of readiness, lust, and hope rather than an indefinable but powerful union of two souls. I would be more ready to believe in the latter if there was more evidence of its persistence over time.

Before we can do anything, we must be able to imagine it.

It was the centuries-old battle of man to keep his race alive and push forward into the future, the ceaseless, furious struggle of that beastlike, god-like—primitive, sophisticated—savage and civilized—composite organism that was the human race fighting to endure and push onward. Onward, and up, and up again, until the impossible was achieved, all barriers were broken, all pains conquered, all abilities possessed. Until all was lightning and no darkness left.

the contest that's now shaping up can only be won by those who believe in the future if they work and struggle as one single people.

They are fools that think that wealth or women or strong drink or even drugs can buy the most in effort out of the soul of a man. These things offer pale pleasures compared to that which is greatest of them all, that task which demands from him more than his utmost strength, that absorbs him, bone and sinew and brain and hope and fear and dreams -- and still calls for more.

We wouldn't be capable of hope, if hope had no meaning.

We must grow old! The years go by, Sometimes on wings they seem to fly; But why such haste? We know not why! We only know that we grow old!... The broken links of life's short chain Can never find their place again... Into the dark unknown we take The hopes misfortune could not shake, Pure as the mountain's snowy flake, Where all is well—when we are old.

When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!—

But there are hours when, from the heavens unfolding, Come down the angels with the glad release; And we look upward, to behold in glory Our suffering loved ones borne away to peace.

It is a beautiful, a bless'd belief, That the beloved dead, grown angels, watch The dear ones left behind...

If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.

Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.

Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence.

You'll meet more angels on a winding path than on a straight one.