Quotes About Hope

Nothing in the world can be sustained, neither bugles nor hope nor woe nor desire nor common well-being nor horns, and even redemption, that suspect covenant, can be revised by the bitter and loveless Christ to whom nothing, not even life, is irretrievable.

Because she fears the past she distrusts the future — it, too, will turn into the past.

It is a grace that comes, unexpected, after tragedy- this reminder that most hearts are good.

It's the small miracles that happen every day that keep us going. You just have to look for them and believe. ...said by Papa James in Homespun Hearts

Why doesn't momma come back?

In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse. Blossoming branches burgeon as the must. Some are long, some are short.' Stay upright. Stay with life.

Do not always expect good to happen, but do not let evil take you by surprise.

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.

Men will clutch illusions when they have nothing else to hold onto.

I said so little. Days were short. Short days. Short nights. Short years. I said so little. I couldn't keep up. My heart grew weary From joy, Despair, Ardor, Hope. The jaws of Leviathan Were closing upon me. Naked, I lay on the shores Of desert islands. The white whale of the world Hauled me down to its pit. And now I don't know What in all that was real.

Reality calls for a name, for words, but it is unbearable, and if it is touched, if it draws very close, the poet's mouth cannot even utter a complaint of Job: all art proves to be nothing compared with action. Yet to embrace reality in such a manner that it is preserved in all its old tangle of good and evil, of despair and hope, is possible only thanks to distance, only by soaring above it--but this in turn seems then a moral treason.

In 1942 in Warsaw, we were living without hope, or rather on a hope we knew to be a delusion.

Who I will be when I wake after enduring

Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

Not to know. Not to remember. With this one hope: That beyond the River Lethe, there is memory, healed.

Sometimes the world loses its face. it becomes too base. The task of the poet is to restore its face, because otherwise man is lost in doubt and despair. It is an indication that the world need not always be like this; it can be different. When I wrote...that I accepted the salvational goal of poetry, that was exactly what I had in mind, and I still believe that poetry can either save or destroy nations.

We leerden, dat weet jij best, heel veel. Hoe een voor een die dingen werden weggenomen die niet weggenomen mogen worden, mensen, streken, terwijl het hart niet sterft al denk je dat het nu zou moeten sterven, we glimlachen, op tafel thee en brood.

They needed me only in misfortune, To conjure heavenly powers. So they could come and be saved From a tumor in the lungs or a viral infection.

If you look close enough, you can see cracks in everything. And that's okay. Because when you really think about it, it's the cracks and gaps and chinks in things that let the light shine in.

Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed....

No matter how bad things are, you can at least be happy that you woke up this morning.