Quotes About Hope

when it's a glorious day I pray and it's a glorious day when I pray

Prayer lights our souls through dark times.

Pray on the shadowy hillsides of hardship and on the sunny highlands of happiness.

Prayer is a triumph, in whatever form.

Some days my prayer is a rainfall of tears, other days the sunshine of joy, and sometimes it's a sheltering umbrella — but no matter what I'm weathering in my life, my prayer is first and always the infinite horizon of gratitude.

Prayer helps hold together a broken soul.

The candle of prayer answers the darkness.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

All promise outruns the performance.

A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain.

A quotation at the right moment is like bread in a famine.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old...

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

Don't miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow while looking for that pot of gold.

Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen rain AND shine!

The best way to live your life is to go to the other side of the rainbow young, but at a very old age.

The sky it cries And the sun pats it dry With a rainbow up on high.

...after-storm birds singing the color into rainbows...

Beautiful rainbows and life water come from a dark rain cloud — What gifts can you bring the world even in your times of darkness?

Never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about.

Christianity to me is like a hopeless love affair. It is infinitely dear and infinitely unattainable.

A great comfort, it has been called, if, in looking on to future years, you are able to think that you are in a profession or a calling from which you will never retire: for the prospect of a total change in your mode of life, and the final pause of the Occupation which for many years employed the greater part of your waking thoughts, and all this amid the failing powers and flagging hopes of declining years, is both a sad and a perplexing prospect to a thoughtful person.

Be thankful for the little things, that always come your way, For little things to wondrous size, perchance may grow some day. Don't cast aside red roses, just because of one sharp thorn, Remember it's the darkest night, that brings the brightest dawn.

From the thorn bush comes the rose.