Quotes About Hope

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.

Take heart, little sister, twilight is but the short bridge, and the moon stands at the end.

Hope springs anew from the soil of suffering.

...although I feel ill, and am ground into the very dust with poverty, there is a sweet hope in the bottom of my soul.

The birds of hope are everywhere — listen to them sing.

Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future...

The destruction of ideals, whether those ideals were right or wrong, must also have been a shock to the mind and the heart. Life without idealism is empty indeed. We must have hope as we must have bread; to eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

Hope is a choice of courage.

Hope is that lone bloom in the desert when you can see nothing else but sand.

Hope is much like a cat in the Dark — you only know it's there by the reflection of its eyes — which means there is Light nearby.

Hope is wingèd — one wing faith-patience the other action-effort: and we must fly with both!

Don't just settle for hope — you are the keeper of an amazing silken, glowing, infinite-wingspan, soaring, heart-wildly-beating, singing-out-loud, unstoppable faith, courage, fortitude, spirit & soul that light your life from the inside out!

When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you're slamming the door in the face of God.

Let hope be your pulse Faith in every heartbeat Joy with every breath...

Never deprive someone of hope — it may be all they have.

Hope is warmth against the cold winter of adversity.

Hope is the silver lining of dreams.

...the fairy dust of poetry and glittery hope of dreams...

Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say, "I know it's hard. You're going to be okay. Here's a coffee and 5 million dollars."

Your hugs and kisses are like the stars that light up my life when things get dark.

Life was to him like strong, white light that hurts the tired eyes of a sick person.

At first, this earth, a stage so gloomed with woe You all but sicken at the shifting scenes And yet be patient. Our playwright may show In some filth act what this wild drama means.

hard as he strove with his body, he strove equally hard with his mind, trying to think that Bill had not deserted him, that Bill would surely wait for him at the cache.  He was compelled to think this thought, or else there would not be any use to strive, and he would have lain down and died. 

One broken hind leg, he went on. Three broken ribs, one at least of which has pierced the lungs. He has lost nearly all the blood in his body. There is a large likelihood of internal injuries. He must have been jumped upon. To say nothing of three bullet holes clear through him. One chance in a thousand is really optimistic. He hasn't a chance in ten thousand.