Quotes About Hope

Even if I had not been waiting but had shut the doors against you, you should have remembered that no one can possibly shut the doors against love forever.

And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.

we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets. I mean everything that I have said. I have the greatest contempt for optimism.

ya, aku memang seorang pemimpi. karena pemimpi adalah orang yang dapat menemukan jalannya dengan diterangi cahaya bulan, dan orang pertama yang melihat matahari terbit sebelum seluruh dunia melihatnya.

Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there are hope.

The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.

out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star, there is pain

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain What lands to till or sow with seed - The land is black with briar and weed, Nor cares for falling tears or rain. Thou knowest all; I sit and wait With blinded eyes and hands that fail, Till the last lifting of the veil And the first opening of the gate. Thou knowest all; I cannot see. I trust I shall not live in vain, I know that we shall meet again In some divine eternity.

He did not wring his hands, as do Those witless men who dare To try to rear the changeling Hope In the cave of black Despair.

When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.

Nos prometieron que los sueños podrían volverse realidad. Pero se les olvido mencionar que las pesadillas también son sueños.

But neither milk-white rose nor red May bloom in prison air; The shard, the pebble, and the flint, Are what they give us there: For flowers have been known to heal A common man's despair.

Don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are sickly aims, the false ideals of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trails are often blessings in disguise.

Have you not sometimes noted, When we unlock some long-disuséd room With heavy dust and soiling mildew filled, Where never foot of man has come for years, And from the windows take the rusty bar, And fling the broken shutters to the air, And let the bright sun in, how the good sun Turns every grimy particle of dust Into a little thing of dancing gold? Guido, my heart is that long-empty room, But you have let love in, and with its gold Gilded all life.

I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane. Lane.  It never is, sir. Algernon.  Lane, you're a perfect pessimist. Lane.  I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student; but in all my garden there is no red rose.