Quotes About Hope

It ain't ever over. You can't have no future if you don't have no past, and the past ain't never done with you.

In fact, we now meet most of our needs, wants, and desires through money. We buy everything from hope to happiness. We no longer live life. We consume it.

Hr heard your prayers, son. He just didn't answer them the way you'd hoped. And there's no special way to talk to God. Just find a quiet place and tell Him what's on your heart like you talk to Lara.

What then have I done What, except yield to a natural feeling, inspired by beauty, sanctioned by virtue and kept at all times within the bounds of respect. It's innocent expression prompted not by hope but by trust.

There were times when I thought I would never own a car.

What is to give light must endure burning.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Would you realize what Revolution is, call it Progress; and would you realize what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

A library implies an act of faith.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the souls of men.

Should we continue to look upwards Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished The ideal is terrifying to behold, lost as it is in the depths, small, isolated, a pin-point, brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds. (Les Miserables)

There is nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood tomorrow.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

He who opens a school door, closes a prison.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

With his worn-out lungs, his obstinate self-effacement, his bookish timidity, Broux is nonetheless a strong man; by means of his awareness of how impossible it is to live, he raises himself precisely to a higher possibility of living, to an endurance which is more sure of itself because it believes it has nothing more to lose. From his weakness he was able to create a strength; from his despair, an acquiescence; from his acquiescence, a hope...

It is a serious matter to destroy a man's faith without replacing it.

Maybe I am staring into a piece of paper like it is a pond, hoping one day that what looks back is not my own reflection, but my great-grandmother's face. Maybe poetry is the distance between my face and her face. Maybe it's the difference between how the moon looks in the sky and how it contorts when a mayfly travels across the pond.

I put a fish ball in my mouth. My optimism covered the whole ball as if the fish had never died, had never been gutted and rolled into a humiliating shape. To acknowledge death is to acknowledge that we must take another shape.

The way grief is really about future absence.

Life is a merciless bully for children born into circumstances of grinding poverty, to unhappy families broken apart by crime, drugs, alcohol. It brutalises the affections, cramps the intellect, destroys aspiration.