Quotes About Hope

As soon as the creatures were destroyed he could learn to live again.

What was the use of fighting unless you could see something ahead to fight for?

If I had learned one thing from Homer over the years, it was that just because you couldn't quite see your way out of a difficulty, that didn't mean a way out didn't exist.

The beauty of having nothing to lose is that you have everything to gain

just hope I get to see her again someday. She's the only human I've ever loved.

I was hoping I'd get to meet the famous cat who started all this ruckus.

Hope springs eternal, even in politics.

Can the future be a white expanse? Can you run in, heart pounding? I find I've never given much thought to the future. Beyond that sense of getting away. Derelictions, you see, left and right. Yet here I am.

The brawniest will not beat back the storm Nor the heaviest haul your little boy from harm.

Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed, Nary a curse cursed he, But moved in his House. With his dark little wife, And his dark little children three.

What shall I give my children? who are poor,Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land.

Wherever life can grow, it will. It will sprout out, and do the best it can. I give you what I have. You don't get all your questions answered in this world. How many answers shall be found in the developing world of my Poem? I don't know. Nevertheless I put my Poem, which is my life, into your hands, where it will do the best it can.

You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

The opposite of depression isn't feeling happy but being fully alive, however painful

Évekig rohangáltak az emberek – szólalt meg Szymanowski –, ki a halálból, be a halálba, egyik hitb?l a másikba, h?siesen, nagyszer?en, eszel?sen, bután, most aztán nincs hova rohanniuk, a rohanás mégis megmaradt valahol.

And, right or wrong, rational or absurd, Oscar Wilde is always fascinating. He is the man you hope will walk into the room and come to sit at the spare place at your table.

she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.

Acaso la juventud es sólo eso: un trance de creer, un asentimiento a la promesa. Entonces todo es una promesa que el mundo ocupa luego con su verdad.

Un día que no alcanzamos a ver nos despertaremos en un país genuinamente republicano y ejemplarmente democrático. No es el país donde estamos, sino a medias, según las sumas de bienes y males que cada quien quiera hacer para medir el país moderno a medias, eternamente inacabado, en que vivimos.