Quotes About Hope

Love either starves to death and becomes a shadow, or else it dies young and remains a dream.

If a man could just hang onto one illusion he could still love. The main trouble with being an honest man was that it lost you all your illusions.

ever seen The Warden make toward him, or toward anybody else. It warmed all through him like a drink. It was worth three months in any Black Hole

I say plan for the future, sure. But dont let the plans for the future that there may not be any of, displace what little life you can live now.

And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

We'll meet again, we'll part once more.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living mother.

But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could.

Visi atrodÄ— pavargÄ™ nuo gyvenimo, dar nepradÄ—jÄ™ gyventi.

Weep no more, Comyn said. —Go on then, Talbot. —And the story, sir? —After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text: —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

Poppypap's a passport out

Another life! A life of grace and virtue and happiness! It was true. It was not a dream from which he would wake. The past was past.

BaÅŸar?lar?n?n soÄŸuk çemberinin ortas?nda oturup ona parlak bir yaÅŸam saÄŸlayacak cesur bir talip bekledi. Ama tan??t??? erkekler s?radand?lar ve onlara cesaret vermeyip romantik arzular?n? gizlice lokum yiyerek bast?rmaya çal??t?.

YaÅŸad??? deÄŸerler yüreÄŸini ac?laÅŸt?rm??t? dünyaya kar??. Ama bütün umudunu da yitirmemiÅŸti.

Ä°ÅŸi zordu -hayat? zordu- ama ÅŸimdi tam da b?rak?p gitmek üzereyken o kadar da istenmeyecek bir hayat deÄŸil gibi geldi.

An ambition to squint At my verses in print Makes me hope that for these you'll find room If you so condescend Then please place at the end The name of yours truly, L. Bloom

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future

Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. He strode down the hill amid the tumult of suddenrisen vapours of wounded pride and fallen hope and baffled desire. they streamed upwards before his anguished eyes in dense and maddening fumes and passed away above him till at last the air was clear and cold again.

Did you hear what I said? asked Stephen, bending towards her. I told you I had no money. I tell you again now. —Well, sure, you will some day, sir, please God, the girl answered after an instant. —Possibly, said Stephen, but I don't think it likely.

before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible...