Quotes About Hope

Nothing keeps its promise.

Nothing could appear to be more human than refusing to believe extinction possible so long as you were encircled by luscious eggplants and ripe tomatoes[..]

One has periods of ghastliness. And then long periods of sort of quiet and love.

Ma appena desideri appassionatamente una cosa sulla quale non puoi esercitare alcun controllo, sei alla vigilia di una grossa delusione: ti stai preparando a farti mettere in ginocchio.

Yes, if only this and if only that, we'd all be together and alive forever and everything would work out fine.

Victor Frankl? Victor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning?

Perhaps the very darkness of the Trump experience can summon the nation to its senses and jolt Americans to a new politics of commonality, a new politics in which the Trump experience is remembered as the end of something bad, and not the beginning of something worse.

Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods

May all your dreams come true, save one.

Our lives are spent sailing in the mist, hoping for a burst of sunlight that can make sense of who we are.

Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest.

The world would be a sadder place without stories.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

It is said that the gates of paradise can only be opened by the tears of those left behind. I do not know whether that be true. It should be, I think.

What do all men seek? I want to be happy. I would like a wife and sons one day. But I want them to grow in a land where there is hope for the future, where men do not take to the road. If that is a hopeless dream - and maybe it is - then I will sire no sons. I will wander, and play my harp, and weave my magick until the end.

I remember an old teacher of mine once saying that behind every dark cloud the sun was just waiting to boil you to death.

No man should curse love. Ultimately, love is all there is.

This was the only place in all the world for the last of the old heroes: Druss the Legend, standing with the last hopes of the Drenai on the battlements of the greatest fortress ever built, waiting for the largest army in the world. Where else would he be?

Is it not obvious? What is life but a betrayal? We start out young, full of hope. The sun is good, the world awaits us. But every passing year shows how small you are, how insignificant against the power of the seasons. Then you age. Your strength fails and the world laughs at you through the jeers of younger men. And you die. Alone. Unfulfilled. But sometimes . . . sometimes there will come a man who is not insignificant. He can change the world, rob the seasons of their power. He is the sun.

I feel that way about heaven; it's far more important that Heaven should exist than that I should ever see it.

No, but if you will forgive me, let me say this: all children are creatures of joy, and all people are capable of love. You feel you lost everything, but there was a time before your joy when your children did not exist and your wife was unknown to you. Could it not be that there is a woman somewhere who will fill your life with love, and bear you children to bring you joy?

Evil lives in a pit.

A man must fight for life even when he believes all is lost.

Kassandra put her arm around her. "One day we will have no bones," the girl said happily, "and our dust will swirl among the stars.