Quotes About Hope

I dream a world . . . where every man is free . . . And joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind . . .

Broken dreams are bad enough. But the dream that has no hope … the dream that is doomed long before it's broken, that's the worst of all.

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A lark sailed out of a grassy plot and soared high into the sky, and seeing it, he waited for the trill of liquid song to spray out of its throat and drip out of the blue. But there was no song, as there would have been in spring. He

Sunflowers know the secret of life is to follow the sun.

If all your dreams have broken and gone, if you feel isolated in your own private world, go out this minute and buy a sunflower. Place it on a sunny shelf, give it a little water every day – not too much – and as its big yellow face turns to the sun you will feel your lips lift in a smile knowing that you have learned the secret life of sunflowers.

The horizon is 25 miles away. You keep walking towards the horizon and it just keeps moving back. Life is like that. We are doomed to disappointment because in our pursuit of perfection we are constantly reminded that we will never reach it. The goal, like the horizon, is beyond our reach.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been.

Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope.

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he'd never felt more alive.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

As long as they could still be moved by a minor chord, or brought to a crisis of tears by scenes of lovers reunited; as long as there was room in their cautious hearts for games of chance, and laughter in the face of God, that must surely be enough to save them, at the last. If not, there was no hope for any living thing.

There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

There was no harm done; and what would a Resurrection be without a few laughs?

When, finally, she did sleep, it was the slumber of a watcher and waiter. Light, and full of sighs.

And with that comprehension, so unlike the simplifications she'd been ruled by hitherto, she became even more certain that the carpet they carried was a last hope, while he — whose home the Weave contained — seemed increasingly indifferent to its fate, living in the moment and for the moment, touched scarcely at all by hope or regret.

So let it do its worst, if that at the last was inevitable. Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope.

when the sun goes out and there's only night, we'll live on the earth. It'll be ours.

If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn't it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.

Ili je pakao možda jedna soba, jedan krevet i ve?no uzbu?enje i želja, i ja sam bio u njemu, video sam njegovu lepotu, i ako stvari krenu najgorim tokom izdrža?u.

I used to tell myself that," he said. "Day in, day out. Used to try and dream the agonies away. But you can't. Take it from me. You can't. They have to be endured.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, that there was worse in the world than dread. Worse than death itself. There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

Are you ready for the apocalypse?