Quotes About Hope

What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.

All time is eternally present and so all time is ours, There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.

No man believes what he does not feel to be true. I should like to unbelieve myself. I sleep at night and wake in the morning hoping to be gone. it never happens. One knee forward, one knee bent, I bear the world.

About her life to come, when she'd have a mansion and no neighbors. All she ever wanted was for everyone to go away. And when I did she never forgave me. She loved miracle stories, probably because her life was a far away from a miracle as Jupiter is from the Earth. She believed in miracles, even though she never got one-- well, maybe she did get one, but that was me, and she didn't know that miracles often come in disguise.

Only in death may we be reunited with those we have lost. For myself, I do not seek death but neither do I fear that which will bring me peace.

When we buried my mother, some of the light went out of me, and it seemed proper that I should go and live in a place where all the light shone outwards and none of it was there for us. Pew

I tried to copy my parents, as monkeys do, but they were trying to copy me, looking to the child for the energy and hope they had long since lost.

On the top of the hill looking out over the town I wanted to see further than anybody had seen. That wasn't arrogance; it was desire. I was all desire, desire for life.

Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you.

I can't stay here. These wars will never end. Even if we get home, there'll be another war. I thought he'd end wars for ever, that's what he said. One more, he said, one more and then there'll be peace and it's always been one more. I want to stop now.

So light a candle to the dead. And light a candle to miracles, however unlikely, and pray that you recognise yours. And light a candle to the living; the world of friendship and family that means so much. And light a candle to the future; that it may happen and not be swallowed up by darkness. And light a candle to love.

But no work, no home, no health care, no hope--that's the everyday life of millions, billions of people. To me, that's the threat. And climate change is the threat. And war, and drought and famine... OK, so we need security. A secure future. No! We need to be free from corporate control that runs the world for the few and ruins it for the rest of us.

It's snowing. Here I am. Lost and Found.

Cuando cayó la noche, vio la luz del faro del cabo de la Ira; solo hacía una semana que estaba encendida, pero estaba encendida, y supo que si se convertía a sí mismo en la historia de la luz, quizá se salvaría.

Should be great. But when have things ever worked out great? In the human dream?

There is a sense of the human spirit as always existing. This makes our own death bearable.

I will have red roses next year. A forest of red roses. On this rock? In this climate? I'm telling you stories. Trust me.

With faith, all things are possible.

Hope is a duty. Hope is our reality. Shelley says so and he believes it so, but for me the light has gone out. The light inside and the light outside. I have no lantern and no lighthouse. I am at sea in waves too high and the rocks wreck me.

To lose someone you love Is to alter your life forever... The pain stops, there are new people, But the gap never closes... This hole in your hear is the shape of the one you lost- No one else can fit it.

In fact, there are more than two chances - many more. I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.

El perro corría al lado de chico, y contempló en el cielo despejado los perros estelares, fríos y bellos, y supo que, pidas lo que pidas, no se puede pedir nada mejor que el amor

Our only hope has always been that the hate-filled old white guys die off and young people are more progressive.

What are the unreal things but the passion that once burned one like a fire? What are the incredible things but the things that one has faithfully believed? What are the improbable things but the things that one has done oneself?