Quotes About Hope

I guess there must be some good foster parents, but I never saw any. All mine ever wanted was to collect their checks and treat me like I was a piece of shit unless my case worker was coming by for a visit. Then I got moved up from the mattress in the basement to one of their kids' rooms.

Magic's never what you expect it to be, but it's often what you need.

There's more to life than just surviving ... but ... sometimes just surviving is all you get.

If the cross does provide us with a true picture of what God is like, it follows that God is a redeeming presence in all creaturely experiences of suffering. All innocent suffering will be transformed.

Glauben Sie ernstlich'[...]'daß wir dieses Volk nicht wieder werden zu Menschen machen können?

Speran?a este un sfetnic prost.

It has always been a blessed experience with me after an illness to feel that I was recovering.

We had all thought things would be quite different when we first came to France. The words Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité, were painted in giant letters over the door of the building we were in.

While death and darkness girdle me I grope for immortality.

I had a dream. I had an awesome dream.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

Plots set in the future are about what people fear in the present.

But you said that if the U.S. were to fall or founder during your lifetime, collapse economically, be overrun by an aggressor, or corrupt from within into something vicious, you would weep. I

Picture how bitterly hordes of the frustrated, disappointed, and dispossessed would greet any complaint about being too satisfied and too wealthy. Be that as it may, it really isn't a very nice sensation not to want anything. Thwarted hopes are no picnic, but desire itself is energizing.

The future is just the ultimate monster in the closet, the great unknown

In the most secret heart of every intellectual ... there lies hidden ... the hope of power, the desire to bring his ideas to reality by imposing them on his fellow man.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.

I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some wrong decision - just one - and everything will get messed up and go wrong -for good.

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light grows smaller ever smaller now, ever more distant now. And with this song, I pray I may push back the tides of war and death. So, I sing these words that this light, this tiny ray of light and hope may live on. I dare not hope that I may live on too.

I am in a sun-filled tent, and my father's face, wrinkled, drawn, and pinched with worry, grows clear. He kneels beside my head, and as I look at him and ask, disbelievingly, I live? a smile widens, smoothing the creases at his brow and mouth... Tristan sits beside Lavain, his golden eyes so filled with fear, his face haggard and fraught with shadows. Elaine, he breathes, thank God.

As awesome as life in Eden must have been like, our life in him will ultimately be far better.

I believe that the attacks on your life have much more to do with who you might be in the future than who you have been in the past.