Quotes About Hope

Walking was her only hope. A slender hope, but all she had. So she put one foot in front of the other. And walked.

The essence of civilization is that men should come to be led more by hope and ambition and example and less by fear.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

Turn away no more.Why wilt thou turn away?The starry floor,The wat'ry shoreIs giv'n thee till the break of day.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

A gambler is nothing but a man who makes his living out of hope.

Thus out of small beginnings greater things have been produced by His hand that made all things of nothing, and gives being to all things that are; and, as one small candle may light a thousand, so the light here kindled hath shone unto many, yea in some sort to our whole nation.

They knew they were pilgrims.

Thus out of small beginnings greater things have been produced by His hand that made all things of nothing, and gives being to all things that are; and, as one small candle may light a thousand, so the light here kindled hath shone unto many...

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Every day the sun will rise and you never know what the tide will bring in. -Tom Hanks, in the movie 'Castaway'.

So now I know what I have to do. I have to keep breathing. And tomorrow the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide will bring in.

Tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring...

reason, say the elders, was so that you and future generations would not have to carry the pain.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Now that my ladder's gone,I must lie down where all the ladders start,In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,You'd know the folly of being comforted.

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.

Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all.

Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars.

I have believed the best of every man.

When I think of all the books I have read, wise words heard, anxieties given to parents, ... of hopes I have had, all life weighed in the balance of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.