Quotes About Hope

Even if I say It'll be alright Still I hear you say You want to end your life And again we try To just stay alive Maybe we'll turn it around 'Cause it's not too late It's never too late

I will not die, I'll wait here for you, I feel alive, when you're beside ,I will not die, I'll wait here for you, In my time of dying

Cause it's not too late It's never too late

its not too late never too late

She is tired of it all—tired of this endless cycle of death and birth, tired of investing any hope in the next generation, tired and frightened of finding more human beings to love, knowing full well that every person she loves will someday wound her, hurt her, break her heart with their deceit, their treachery, their fallibility, their sheer humanity

Look to the future, child," her father used to say. "This is why our feet point forward, not back.

surely the body also remembers each kindness, each kiss, each act of compassion? Surely this is our salvation, our only hope—that joy and love are also woven into the fabric of the body, into each sinewy muscle, into the core of each pulsating cell?

Children and flowers," she said. "How can anyone doubt God exists as long as there's children and flowers?

Out of our love, we had stitched together our baby. It was the oldest story in the world; it was the newest. Every single thing I had lost in my own life, every motherless moment, I would make up for with my own child. I was laughing-crying at the miracle of this, at this second chance to take this crooked world in my hands and set it correct.

It was as if a gust of wind had blown open a window in my heart and a sweet bird had flown in and made a nest.

Maybe when people die, they become a spec in the eye of God. Maybe it Abdul to who I must pray. Maybe he can do in death what he couldn't do in life. Save me from the devils I must face in court.

Hope, thin as a thread, sharp as a fishing line, cut into David's heart." p. 79

It is dark. But inside Bhima's heart, it is dawn.

She would wait until she wandered around this room filled with people she knew and loved, until she had wished every last one of them a new year filled with hope and dreams and yearning. She would not wish any of them success or prosperity or wealth because the magic was in the dreaming. She knew that now. America had taught her that. How wise, to talk about the pursuit of happiness and not of happiness itself.

They had all worked so hard to forget what they'd left behind and to build a new life in America.

It is never too late. Even if you are going to die tomorrow, Keep yourself straight and clear and be a happy human being today. If you keep your situation happy day by day, you will eventually reach the greatest happiness of enlightenment. – Lama Yeshe

When you get down on your knees praying for help, God's gonna look at you and keep doing what He was doing

No matter how perilous the journey, it's never over for true soul mates.

Every time one of her terribly dysfunctional relationships imploded, she was confused and stunned. And then with fresh hope, she'd fling herself at another jackass.

She'd hoped he'd be her forever guy. She was so tired of starting over with a new man every couple years, only to be abandoned for unspecified reasons. When bad things happened over and over, it was a sign. God was telling you to change. Your attitude, your hair, your address.

Don't you want to know why?" With twinkly eyes, he said, "Tell me later." "Bold of you to assume there'll be a later." "Bold of you to assume there won't be.

Long ago, she'd learned that life could be bitterly disappointing if allowed. There were blows and stumbles, but your job was to stay interested in the world.

Do you think we'll ever get over it?" asked Eric. "I know that I'll never be over you. But maybe that's okay. Maybe I'll meet someone that I can love in a different way, and be happy.

How do you finish a love story that you...you never wanted to end?