Quotes About Hope

So I leaned over the bed and spoke to my father who was not there. I addressed him seriously and carefully. I told him that I loved him and missed him and would miss him always. And I talked on, explaining things to him, things I cannot now remember but which at the time were of clear and burning importance. Then there was silence. And I waited. I did not know why. Until I realised it was in hope that an answer might come. And then I knew it was over.

That was the great puzzle, and it was played out again and again. How hearts do stop.

If you want to see something very much, you just have to be patient and wait. There was no patience in my waiting, but time had passed all the same, and worked its careful magic.

It struck me then that perhaps the bareness and wrongness of the world was an illusion; that things might still be real, and right, and beautiful, even if I could not see them - that if I stood in the right place, and was lucky this might somehow be revealed to me.

He had been there to warn Dutka's wife and boy. It was an idea of his own, but it worked. They got away." "The captain? Thaddeus?" "The Germans were still searching when I left. The searchlights had been brought up." "There's a chance, isn't there, Jan?" "There's always a chance." But his voice was heavy, and his shoulders drooped. Sheila's next question about Korytów

Out of the ugliness of the ironworks lepers will eat, children will be born, their parents will grow old.

Poverty is only ennobling, it is implied, if one has escaped it.

Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope. Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore, we are saved by love. —REINHOLD NIEBUHR

The night passes slowly, as it must when your wish is that another's won't come true.

i]We were fighting so very hard and achieving so very little aside from staying alive. BUT THAT'S EVERYTHING, my father wrote to me, when I told him that in a letter.[/i]

Because things grow. Wherever there is air and light and open space, things grow.

I can't explain, maybe it isn't something that needs explaining, how the sight of a broken cage just puts you up on stilts. The promise that the cage will always be empty, that its days as a jailhouse are done.

I miss her. So much that sometimes I'm scared I'll bring her back.

She had had such a strong feeling that she needed to talk to someone who would tell her some secret that would make everything alright. She had been unable to think who it was.

We both know nothing's all right, but when I tell you it will be, you take it. If you don't, it's because you're holding out for another outcome altogether.

As nighttime turned into dawn, the mountain seemed to travel down the street. It advanced on tiptoe, fully prepared to be shooed away. Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation. Her wish for the mountain was that it would one day shrink to a pebble, crash in through the glass, and roll into a corner to happily absorb tavern life as long as the place stayed standing.

Mr. Fox didn't come, he didn't come, he didn't.

Insofar as a purely transient construction of flesh and blood can remember (or foretell) what it is to be stone, Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation.

Isaiah's words: Do not be afraid … I have called you by your name, you are mine. Should you pass through the sea, I will be with you … Should you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, and the flames will not burn you. (43:2) As

I cannot bear to think what will become of me without you – you who are my one and all, who make up all my life',

It's hard thinking about where they are taking us. While you're on the way there you think less of what lies ahead, but your heart is heavy when you start to think about how far you are from your family and if and when you might see them again. I haven't seen my sister once in five months.

In winter-time visions of Spring and Summer are conjured at will by poets...

If I truly believe in Him, I'll trust Him to desire for me that which is for my highest good, and to have planned for its fulfillment.

Can you thank Me for trusting you with this (difficult) experience, even if you never know the reason why?