Quotes About Hope

I used to love you I still do So Selfish I love the old you The you that didnt shoot drugs ...The you that didnt get beat on by men You laugh in my face and call me a fool But its true I still love you Sometimes,I can see the old you When your eyes flash When you almost look alive

perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.

It is our destiny to be born beautiful into an ugly age.

We came to the end, we found nothing. Nothing!!! And we cursed because we were hoping for so much less.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

I don't ask for much. I should ask for a lot, then maybe I might get some.

If you're finding life to be the one thing that's trying to kill you, I want you to stay alive to rise with the sun and fight back.

I think to myself and at the same time, I know these thoughts can't be the ones I really want to think. That there must be something better to have on my mind than what fills it and refuses to stop occupying all the room.

They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There's got to be someone for me. It's not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.

Love heals scars love left

No one has yet computed how many imaginary triumphs are silently celebrated by people each year to keep up their courage.

But if you find yourself experiencing a desire to seek God, we have great news for you: God is already at work in you.

Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world - stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death - and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love? Then you can keep Christmas.

So let the way wind up the hill or down, O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy; Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown. My heart will keep the courage of the quest, And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

They are all gone into the world of light!And I alone sit lingering here;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear.

And here in the dust and dirt, O here, the lilies of His love appear.

The poets wrestle with the angel of sorrow till he leaves a blessing upon them.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.

The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning...