Quotes About Hope

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?" "Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?

Grace transforms desolate and bleak plains into rich, green pastures. It changes grit-your-teeth duty into loving, enthusiastic service. It exchanges the tears and guilt of our own failed efforts for the eternal thrill and laughter of freely offered pleasures at the right hand of God. Grace changes everything!

Even a small group of people can change the galaxy.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

ALMIGHTY God, we entrust all who are dear to us to thy never-failing care and love, for this life and the life to come; knowing that thou art doing for them better things than we can desire or pray for; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Hay una diferencia abismal entre querer morir y no querer vivir de determinada forma

I have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think I've lost everything, I find there's still something else to lose.

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.

Hope is a dangerous thing, Raisa thought. Once kindled, it's hard to put out. It makes wise people into fools.

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard

If he even survives." She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth. "It's that bad?" Raisa nodded. "He looked...he looked awful, Amon. Willo doesn't know if he'll...She's worried about him. My mother died, and I never got to tell her that I loved her, that I finally understood - just a little anyway. If Han dies too, I don't know what I'll do.

The problem is, hope is the thing that can't be reined in by rules or pinned down by bitter experience. It's a blessing and curse.

We spend so much of our lives waiting to be ambushed by heartbreak. Why couldn't we be ambushed by joy?

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept.

If she'd ever hoped to impress Amon Byrne with her newly acquired glamour and beauty, that chance was gone forever. He'd seen her in every kind of ugly.

You ever notice how sometimes, in the middle of July, right downtown, you'll see a flower poking up through a crack in the asphalt. And you think, What a stupid place to set down roots. It'll get run over, or it'll dry up and blow away. But it hangs on, and it grows, and it blooms. Somehow, against the odds, it finds what it needs and it makes that place better for being there.

I have to believe that people can change. That people deserve a second chance.