Quotes About Hope

Take away hatred from some people, and you have men without faith.

I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.

That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.

The world is my country, the human race is my race. The spirit of man is my god, the future of man is my heaven.

When 'tis an aven thing in th' prayin', may th' best man win ... an' th' best man will win.

I could, as a free man, look across the bay toward the Eastern Shore where I was born a slave.

You know a one eyed woman, she do the best she can. She search the world over trying to find her a one eyed man.

It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down.

And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

The man at the center [Donald Trump], soon to be the world's most powerful, now shoulders the hopes and dreams of millions of Americans, the fear and anxiety of millions more.

What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

Man is saved by love and duty, and by the hope that springs from duty, or rather from the moral facts of consciousness, as a flower springs from the soil.

Considering the unforeseen events of this world, we should be taught that no human condition should inspire men with absolute despair.

God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

I knew that coming from a family with an unhealthy social origins, things would be harder for me. Nonetheless, in my heart, hope never died. However, over time, I had learned that trying never died either. Trying was one thing I always had to do more than others, because, in the self-proclaimed society of equals, we were made to be less equal than many of the families around us.

those who do not give in and who, through their sacrifices and constancy, keep the horror at bay, keep us from descending into utter chaos and darkness. In doing so, they give us hope.

Some people ask, "What if the sky were to fall?"

Perhaps believing in good design is like believing in God, it makes you an optimist.