Quotes About Hope

Hans Selye, the pioneer in the understanding of human stress, was often asked the following question: "What is the most stressful condition a person can face?" His unexpected response: "Not having something to BELIEVE in.

To make a great dream come true, you must first have a great dream.

for only he is lost who gives himself up for lost!

God loves us, not such as we are by our merit, but such as we will be by his own gift]

Perfection lies in fullness of journey. For this reason, never think you have arrived. Forget what lies behind you, reach out for what lies before you. Through the very change in which you lose what you have snatched up you will at last be transformed into what you crave for with such longing.

Thus it seems that the Cross of Christ, laden with every sinful refusal of man, must stand at the very last extremity of hell; indeed, it must stand beyond hell, where the Son is forsaken by the Father in a way that only he can know.

El creyente vive desde la resurrección (a la que fundamentalmente le ha conducido el bautismo) mirando a la cruz, pero vive también desde un estado de crucifixión cotidiana con la mirada puesta en la resurrección.

Love alone is credible.

Wonder—the enthusiastic ardor for the sublimity of being, for its worthiness to be an object of knowledge—promises to become the point of departure for genuine insight only where it has reached the stage in which the subject, overwhelmed by the object, has, as it were, fused into a single point or into nothing… like the movement of hope and love toward God, which is genuine and selfless only where it has assumed the attitude of pure worship of God for his own sake.

God is not, in the first place, 'absolute power', but 'absolute love'

only he is lost who gives himself up for lost!

You say that your faith is limited and fragile. But which faith is not limited and fragile?

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

Its funny how you can let yourself forget for seconds, how even in the heat of the horrible, you can have moments when you fool yourself into thinking it might all be okay

The ability to dream is all I have to give. That is my responsibility; that is my burden. And even I grow tired.

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.

Comin' in on a Wing and a Pray'r.

And it was no shame to her that she so dreamed. It was no shame that she called before her, one by one, those who had asked her to cross with them the threshold (of marriage) and those who might still ask her. It was no shame that, while her heart said always, "no," she still waited - waited for one whom she knew not, but only knew that she would know him when he came. And it was no shame to her that, even while this was so, she saw herself in the years to come a wife and mother.

It is hard to go on living without some hope of encountering the extraordinary.

He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.

An ideal translation should, I believe, reproduce the effect of the original, but I have found that the best any translator can even hope for is to reproduce the effect that the originals have had on him. (Preface, vi)

Oh, my dear. My young wife. When the troops come home after the victory, and you do not see me, please look at the proud colors. You will see me there, and you will feel warm under the shadow of the bamboo tree.