Quotes About Hope

We may not be able to stop and undo the hard old wrongs of the great world outside, but through you and me no evil shall come either in the unknown where you are going, or in this imperfect and haunted dimension of awareness through which I move.

It's the not-yet in the now, the taste of the fruit that does not-yet exist, hanging the blossom on the bough.

God leads you to it and takes you through it.

It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.

There's gotta be kindness after pain. Forgiveness.

So when the friends we love the best lie in their churchyard bed, we must not cry too bitterly over the happy dead; because, for our dear Saviour's sake, our sins are all forgiven; and Christians only fall asleep to wake again in Heaven.

How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder--and life's dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.

Now the dreary night is done, Comes again the glorious sun, Crimson clouds, and silver white, Wait upon his breaking light.

He guides us into pastures green, He leads to bowers of bliss, Our Father lives, the God unseen, and Christ our Shepherd is.

Although I'm marked by my inner scars, I'm also empowered by my experiences.

A dark time is the time when the most light can come in.

Actually, I feel music becoming more and more important. It's a big source of inspiration. With what's going on in the world, we feel almost desperate. Music also brings you peace.

The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.

I feel something vibrating and I really hope it's your phone." Serana told Dan, who blushed.

I read once that despair... is when you are no longer able to sustain, even for the briefest moment, the notion that all will be well in the end.

Sometime on the far side of never.

We live by encouragement and die without it--slowly, sadly, angrily.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space.

All up and down the street the houses looked like any others—but inside them were people who might be happy, or taking refuge, or steeling themselves to go out into the world, searching for something better. So many lives she would never know about, unfolding behind those doors.

Like after a prairie fire...It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning, the soil is richer, and new things can grow....People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.

Dreaming of his future, he no longer heard all the things she did not say.

It will be all right, she told herself, and she stepped out of the boat into the water.

it seemed the sanest and most logical course: if the world was on fire, you might as well burn bright.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing.