Quotes About Hope

Watch over our child. Guide him safely from the ways of harm. Keep happy his heart, brave his soul, and rosy his cheeks. Guard with your life his hopes and dreams, for he is all that we have, all that we are, and all that we will ever be.

I think all wishes are the same, really," she continued. "Whether they ask for this, that, or the other, what they are really asking for is happiness.

I wish to be washed clean of my old life. To let go of my tide of sorrows and find my way to a new shore.

I looked at my father and looked at those dry fields [in Malawi]. It was the future I couldn't accept.

But after awhile you stand up, wipe the frost out of your ear, go someplace to get warm, bum a nickel for coffee, and then start walkin' toward somewheres else that ain't near no bridge.

Only a bet on the impossible makes sense. It is an act of faith and courage requiring an irrational leap over reason. A man wins simply by making such a bet.

God never promised us an easy life. He never promised that we wouldn't suffer, that we wouldn't feel despair and loneliness and confusion and desperation. What he did promise was that in our suffering we would never be alone. And though we may sometimes make ourselves blind and deaf to his presence he is beside us and around us and within us always. We are never separated from his love.

But I believe if you tell a story, it's like sending a nightingale into the air with the hope that its song will never be forgotten.

It seems to me, Buck, that if you can find peace in your heart, God's not far away.

If we put everything in God's hands, maybe we don't have to be afraid anymore.

Even in the darkest night it's still within our power to hold to faith. We can still embrace hope. And although we may ourselves feel unloved we can still stand steadfast in our love for others and for God. All this is in our control. God gave us these gifts and he does not take them back. It is we who choose to discard them.

When darkness comes over your soul, it doesn't come in light shades; it descends with all the black of a moonless night.

When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.

Cork wished there were a forecast for his spirit. He felt the dark and the cold penetrating deep in him. He wondered when there would be warmth again, when there would be light.

Our eyes perceive so dimly, and our brains are so easily confused. Far better, I believe, to be like children and open ourselves to every beautiful possibility, for there is nothing our hearts can imagine that is not so.

In the absence of proof, you believe.

Closing her eyes, she began to let herself dream. Not sleep dreaming, but dreaming of how her life might be. It was a thing she didn't often do. In her experience, good things came with great difficulty and were too easily snatched away. She'd longo ago learned to accept what she had at any given moment and try to be happy with only that. She could think about the furniture, plan even, but not expect. It was the expectation that was the trap.

In every sinner, Gertie, is the possibility of a saint.

I think we just keep going on. We keep doing what we always do and someday it'll feel right again.

In every sinner is the possibility of a saint.

I'm tired of feeling mad. I'm tired of feeling sad. . . I just want things to be okay again.

You are the light. The darkness will always try to snuff you out.

maybe even in the fires of Hell there might be an angel walking around with a bucket of cool water and a dipper.

There will be courage in this story and cowardice. There will be love and betrayal. And, of course, there will be hope. In the end, isn't that what every good story is about?