Quotes About Hope

In all my life I've learned two things." He pointed to the black patch over his eye. "One is never call a small man in a uniform 'Shorty.' The other is that nothing is ever hopeless.

the sun sets and the sun also rises and through the grace of our Lord we can endure our own dark night and rise to the dawning of a new day and rejoice. "I invite you, my brothers and sisters, to rejoice with me in the divine grace of the Lord and in the beauty of this morning, which he has given us." My father's eyes swept over the congregants who filled the pews silent as dandelions with upturned faces. He smiled and said, "Amen.

everything he was looking at was about to change. Change was the destiny of all things, living or not. The best anyone could hope for was to have strong hand in shaping what came next.

One kind thing is the seed from which a great goodness grows. It is not hope we hold to, Niece. It is belief in the power of that growing goodness.

Waiting for the warm affection of another human heart. Waiting to know the reason he has always felt like a soul alone in the universe. But this night, his waiting

She gave Mother Beal a look I couldn't, at that age, interpret but I have since come to think of as profound maternal compassion, a strength emanating from a deep well of endurance that, across my life, I've come understand was not particular to Sarah Schofield. I've witnessed it in other women who have suffered much without losing their hope or their gift for embracing with forgiveness those who are broken.

There is something about a fire on a dark night, a fire shared with others, that pulls the gloom right out of you. We sat around the cheery little blaze with the branches popping as they burned with the flames dancing, and although we hadn't eaten that day, I could feel our spirits rise along with the smoke that drifted toward the stars.

That is one thing love does. It tests us in difficult ways. But love is also fear's worst enemy. In what is ahead of you, hold to your love and not your fear. And when you imagine, imagine the best of what might be.

You can keep company with despair, or you can choose a different companion.

NOTHING IS EVER everything, but the loss of a true love feels that way.

In his first letter to the Corinthians, Saint Paul tells us exactly what they are: faith, hope, and love.

William Kent Krueger

Hummingbird told me about the Path of Souls. She told me she would be waiting for me at the end…I want to be on the Path of Souls. I want to be with Hummingbird.

ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

In your dark night, I urge you to hold to your faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way.

Svajon?s išlaisvina.

I'll pray for you, Emil,' he said. / 'About as useful as throwing a penny down a wishing well, Nathan.

Worry and you open the door to the worst of possibilities, Niece. Better, I think, to hope. The heart invites a friendlier spirit for its company.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Even this man who is unknown to us was known to God and God was his constant companion. 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.

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. And

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.

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.

I comfort myself with something Henry once told me. He said we all stumble in the dark, but that's why the Great Mystery gave us voices, so that we can call out, seeking others in the dark. And we were given hands so that we can reach out to help one another. Alone, the darkness swallows us. But together, we help each other through. So, when things seem bleakest, I tell myself to soldier on. I try to remind myself to call out. I do my best to be ready to offer a hand.