Quotes About Hope

what we have here in this experience of America is a group of people who would not be downtrodden because they had a song to sing and we have a song to sing and there will be a new song for a new day but every day that there is a song we will sing it and our spirits will rise

All we can do, I believe, is take the love and give the love and try to remember who dreamed dreams of us. And try to be faithful to that.

called the sun today but she was busy fucking behind the gray clouds I asked Ginney my good friend who makes things work to call But the sun wouldn't answer her either I opened a bottle of Champagne and the fruit flies surrounded the top Lord Lord Lord donald trump must be president

UNUSED LYRIC I've never been to Eden But it's nice I hear tell When I die I'll go to heaven 'Cause I've done my time in hell

There is something within me that might be illusion as it is often case with young delighted people, but if I would be fortunate to achieve some of my ideals, it would be on the behalf of the whole of humanity.

One day I was handed a few volumes of new literature unlike anything I had ever read before and so captivating as to make me utterly forget my hopeless state. They were the earlier works of Mark Twain and to them might have been due the miraculous recovery which followed. Twenty-five years later, when I met Mr. Clemens and we formed a friendship between us, I told him of the experience and was amazed to see that great man of laughter burst into tears.

Each day we go to our work in the hope of discovering,—in the hope that some one, no matter who, may find a solution of one of the pending great problems,—and each succeeding day we return to our task with renewed ardor; and even if we are unsuccessful, our work has not been in vain, for in these strivings, in these efforts, we have found hours of untold pleasure, and we have directed our energies to the benefit of mankind.

Universal peace is a beautiful dream, but not at once realizable.

Man is able, and has the duty, to reach the furthest point on the road he has chosen. Only by means of hope can we attain what is beyond hope.

Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

Life on earth means: the sprouting of wings.

A prophet is the one who, when everyone else despairs, hopes. And when everyone else hopes, he despairs. You'll ask me why. It's because he has mastered the Great Secret: that the Wheel turns.

The canary began to sing again. The sun had struck it, and its throat and tiny breast had filled with song. Francis gazed at it for a long time, not speaking, his mouth hanging half opened, his eyes dimmed with tears. The canary is like man's soul, he whispered finally. It sees bars round it, but instead if despairing, it sings. It sings, and wait and see, Brother Leo: one day its song shall break the bars.

Love's feet are always pleased to step on ashes.

But then I was young, and to be young means to undertake to demolish the world and to have the gall to wish to erect a new and better one in its place.

On the way between nothingness and God, we dance and weep.

But at times I was seized with compassion. A Buddhist compassion, as cold as the conclusion of a metaphysical syllogism. A compassion not only for men but for all life which struggles, cries, weeps, hopes and does not perceive that everything is a phantasmagoria of nothingness.

Dear God, how many foaming seas, how much green earth, how many multicolored birds and sweet desires I'll never have time enough to taste before I die like a poor beggar with outstretched and greedy palms! May you reach that far land I've aimed at since my birth and, if you can, load my large flowering tree with fruit.29 KIMON FRIAR

Salvarea omului atârn? de un cap?t de a??, de un strig?t de iubire.

He uttered a triumphant cry: It is Accomplished! And it was as though he had said: Everything has begun.

Sa??r?n, istediÄŸin kadar kap?s?n? çal.

Death is not a door which closes; it is a door which opens. It opens, and you enter." "Enter where?" "The bosom of God.

It was being convulsed by a cry, a command to break our prison bars of morality, shame, and hope, and turn ourselves over to, lose ourselves in, become one with, the fearful, enticing Lover who lies in wait in the darkness and whom we call God. I felt that love, death, and God were one and the same. As the years went by, I became even more deeply aware of this terrifying Trinity that waits in ambush in the abyss of chaos - in the abyss and in our hearts.

Und das Licht hat geschworen, nicht aufzugeben, aber es weiß, das es keine Rettung gibt, es wird sich nicht ergeben, es erlischt.