Quotes About Hope

For me, architecture is not just creating a space to protect people but to make them dream as well.

I am an ardent recycler. I would like to think that it works. I don't know whether it does or not.

They told me I'd never probably see the front-line area.

I asked God for a healthy baby. An answer arrived in my daughter.

My mom's favorite song ever is 'Imagine' because it came out around when she arrived in England.

I was close to Napoli and it's true that I did hope to one day play for them, but I am so happy here that after arriving at Lazio, I stopped thinking about it.

I lived a dream. Any kid who starts playing can't help but to dream to play at a club like Arsenal.

It's a great club, for me, and I am still an Arsenal fan. Will I come back? Maybe, I still hope to.

Arsenal are one of those teams who makes you dream.

I didn't come from a lot. I had a lot of love and support from my family, but as far as money and that type of thing, I didn't really have any of that. All I did was follow my dreams. If my fans take anything from me, I hope it would be that.

Consequently she watched him with all her eyes, all her mind; and by giving herself up to hopes that were sometimes flourishing, sometimes blighted, she had brought the matter to such enormous proportions that she saw all things in a mental mirage. To use a common but excellent expression, by dint of looking intently she saw nothing.

Admiration, gratitude, a sort of hope for better days, were mingled with pride at having such a pretty daughter.

No one has understood this opium of poverty. The lottery, all-powerful fairy of the poor, bestowed the gift of magic hopes. The turn of the wheel which opens to the gambler a vista of gold and happiness, lasts no longer than a flash of lightning, but the lottery gave five days' existence to that magnificent flash. What social power can to-day, for the sum of five sous, give us five days' happiness and launch us ideally into all the joys of civilization?

Jeannette, the old cook, took care of the aged couple with blind devotion: she would have stolen the fruit to make their sweetmeats. Instead of taking her money to the savings-bank, she put it judiciously into lotteries, hoping that some day she could bestow a good round sum on her master and mistress

It is not hope, but despair, which gives the measure of our ambitions. The finest poems of hope are sung in secret, but grief appears without a veil.

Madame Chardon y su hija Ève creían en Lucien como la mujer de Mahoma creyó en su marido; su abnegación por su porvenir no conocía límites.

Si en aquel semblante se adivinaban los destellos del genio que emprende el vuelo, igualmente se veían las cenizas junto al volcán; y la esperanza se extinguía en un profundo sentimiento de nulidad social, en la que los orígenes oscuros y la falta de fortuna mantienen a tantos espíritus superiores.

He puesto demasiadas esperanzas en ti para no tener miedo de todo. Para mí, una separación es el primer paso hacia el abandono, y el abandono es la muerte.

De entrada, intimidado por el alto rango de esta mujer, a Lucien le dominaron todos los terrores, las esperanzas y desesperanzas que acompañan al primer amor y lo sitúan de forma tan preeminente en el corazón por los golpes que alternativamente asestan el dolor y el placer.

La bohème n'a rien et vit de ce qu'elle a. L'Espérance est sa religion, la Foi en soi-même est son code, la Charité passe pour être son budget. Tous ces jeunes gens sont plus grands que leur malheur, au-dessous de la fortune, mais au-dessus du destin.

What hopes must it raise in a young creature who, in the midst of sordid elements, had pined for a life of elegance! A sunbeam had fallen into the prison. Augustine was suddenly in love.

Is it thus with all our pleasures? Is suspense always better than enjoyment? Hope than fruition? Is it the rich who in very truth are the poor? Have we not both perhaps exaggerated feeling by giving to imagination too free a rein? There are times when this thought freezes me. Shall I tell you why? Because I am meditating another visit to the bottom of the garden — without Griffith. How far could I go in this direction?

Even in a place of sorrow, time passes. Even in a place of joy. Do not assume that either keeps life from continuing,

if a man such as Samuel could evolve from a common, working man into a wealthy landowner, there was hope for anyone, provided he was white, for Negroes didn't count, and Indians were dead men walking.