Quotes About Hope

Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

O holy Night! from these I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Alonso ha de ser tuyo; que serás dichosa espero con hombre que es en Castilla "la gala de Medina, la flor de Olmedo.

Creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe, dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño: esto es amor. Quien lo probó lo sabe.

Las penas anticipadas dicen que matan dos veces.

You are a light that will always guide me, a whisper I'll always strain to hear.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

For I dipt into the future, as far as human eye can see, saw the vision of the world, and the wonder that would be.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that's false Before you trust in critics.

I loved - but those I loved are gone; Had friends - my early friends are fled: How cheerless feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul, The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's King Cheops erected the first pyramid And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.

My days of love are over; me no more The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before,— In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

Tomorrow would have given him all, Repaid his pangs, repair'd his fall: Tomorrow would have been the first Of days no more deplored or crust, But bright, and long, and beckoning years, Seen dazzling through the mist of tears, Guerdon of many a painful hour; Tomorrow would have given him power To rule, to shine, to smite, to save— And must it dawn upon his grave?

Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day.

With nothing left to love— there's naught to dread.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite by chance while thinking of other things), and knew it for the star for which he had hoped, how many millions of men would never care?

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

Always be shorter than anybody dared to hope.