Quotes About Hope

You must maintain unwavering faith that you can and will prevail in the end, regardless of

Paradox: "We're not going to hit breakthrough by Christmas, but if we keep pushing in the right direction, we will eventually hit breakthrough.

If you have the right people on the bus, they will be self-motivated. The real question then becomes: How do you manage in such a way as not to de-motivate people? And one of the single most de-motivating actions you can take is to hold out false hopes, soon to be swept away by events.

But I'll tell you the truth,boys, he said. I'd give it all up in a minute if I could just be your age again. And I mean without a nickel in my pocket. All the money on earth aint worth spit compared to bein young and havin a dream to chase after. It's nice to arrive at it, no denyin that, but the real fun's in the gettin there. The gettin there.

God suffers with you!

Human tragedy, of its essence, consists in the denigration of what is in the name of what is to come

The God who makes the promise keeps the promise.

while they circle the drain. What else?

I can't use hope against swords.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring Tomorrow is in the hands of God Tomorrow will be a lovely day.

Put aside your sadness. Life is all sadness.

There is no need to fear. We are all in God's hands.

No more calamities... I don't want you to stop trying to save the world, Cotton. But I don't want you to expect to save it, either.

When even the bartenders lose their romantic notions, it's time for a better world.

There's a kid or some kids somewhere. I'll never know them. They're particle-puzzle-cubing right now. They might be mini-misanthropes from Moosefart, Montana. They might be demi-dystopians from Dogdick, Delaware. They dig my demonic dramas. The metaphysic maims them. They grasp the gravity. They'll duke it out with their demons. They'll serve a surfeit of survival skills. They won't be chronologically crucified. They'll shore up my shit. They'll radically revise it. They'll pass it along.

I indulge prayer when the world seems incomprehensible and only a plea to the incomprehensible makes sense.

All I have is withering perception. Women write diaries in the hope that their words will beckon fate.

But I tell you, I did some real fretting, and honestly, if it hadn't been for the fact that God and I parted company so long ago, I might have even been sap enough to pray for him.

Say to these kind and gentle females, that a heart-broken and failing man returns them his thanks. Tell them, that the Being we all worship, under different names, will be mindful of their charity; and that the time shall not be distant when we may assemble around His throne without distinction of sex, or rank, or color. The

Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.

I turn and I look back across the lake. The mist is gone and the ice diminished, the drip of the icicles quick and heavy. The sun is up and the sky is blue empty blue light blue clear blue. I would drink the sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better.

I'm tired of making people sad and I'm tired of disappointing them and I'm tired of seeing them break. I have seen this too many times. He will be the last.

To live with angels and chase their dreams.

The promise of eternal life makes people forsake the life they're given.