Quotes About Hope

Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized.

After all, the wrong is done. It is past and cannot be changed. We have only the present and the future upon which to move forward.

to love is to risk, not being loved in return. to hope is to risk pain. to try is to risk failure. but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in my life is to risk nothing.

It's not enough to have lived. We should be determined to live for something. May I suggest that it be creating joy for others, sharing what we have for the betterment of personkind, bringing hope to the lost and love to the lonely.

I feel strongly that in the continual striving for the actualization of every living thing lies our only hope. This is the unique challenge of Personhood and the sole purpose of this book.

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

God, who is infinitely good, would not place in human hearts this desire for perfect happiness if there were no way in which that desire could be satisfied.

For it's human nature even in the direst extremity to see a spark of hope and blow it into flames.

E crede che la vecchia Russia, la Russia che lei ama, potrà ritornare?». «Forse. Chi sa» disse il conte Gagarin, e la sua voce suonò a un tratto stanca e triste. «Tra fuoco e dolore va la Russia per la sua strada. Dove essa porti, non ci è dato sapere».

The Talmud expresses this lovely thought: "God found the Jews as one finds grapes in the desert.

The twelfth-century poet Abraham ibn Ezra, whom you encountered in high school as Browning's Rabbi ben Ezra (may his tribe increase), limpidly described the shlimazl's lot when he wrote: If I sold lamps, The sun, In spite, Would shine at night.

Just as the banqueteers are drunk from wine, the citizens are drunk from fears, hopes, desires, and aversions and are therefore in need of being ruled by a man who is sober.

But now everything will be different. It is nonsense to believe that life will not allow it, that the past will not allow it. I must struggle to live a better life, a far better life.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...

Pierre was right when he said that one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and I now believe in it. Let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be happy.

I'm like a starving man who has been given food. Maybe he's cold, and his clothes are torn, and he's ashamed, but he's not unhappy.

They say: sufferings are misfortunes," said Pierre. 'But if at once this minute, I was asked, would I remain what I was before I was taken prisoner, or go through it all again, I should say, for God's sake let me rather be a prisoner and eat horseflesh again. We imagine that as soon as we are torn out of our habitual path all is over, but it is only the beginning of something new and good. As long as there is life, there is happiness. There is a great deal, a great deal before us.

There is something in the human spirit that will survive and prevail, there is a tiny and brilliant light burning in the heart of man that will not go out no matter how dark the world becomes.

everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait . . . there is nothing stronger than these two: patience and time, they will do it all.

I ask one thing: I ask the right to hope and suffer as I do now." Vronsky

Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.

There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same. When alone he had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present it would be still worse.