Quotes About Hope

plan as though Jesus is not returning for a hundred years and live as though Jesus is returning today.

Seek, and you shall be disappointed. Knock, and the door shall be slammed in your face.

I often try to reassure myself by saying, "Well, at least it can't get any worse." But the truth is, it always can. And that's what really terrifies me.

The future, vague and sad, did not frighten me half as much as knowing that it was not carved in stone.

Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats.

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

A única esperança que nos resta é que estas contradições sejam uma questão de gerações. No futuro haveremos de parecer bem ridículos.

It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.

I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.

There was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

I bought new strings of colored lights. This served as a profession of faith in the future. I take the opportunity for such professions where and when I can invent them, since I do not yet actually feel this faith in the future.

In was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that, but I am telling you how it was.

When we lose that sense of the possible we lose it fast. One day we are absorbed by dressing well, following the news, keeping up, coping, what we might call staying alive; the next day we are not.

She hoped that although he could not hear her she could somehow imprint her ordinary love upon his memory through all eternity, hoped he would rise thinking of her, we were each other, we were each other, not that it mattered much in the long run but what else mattered as much.

When we lose that sense of the possible we lose it fast.

I had believed in the logic of popular songs. I had looked for the silver lining. I had walked on through the storm.

It was the United States of America in the cold late spring of 1967, and the market was steady and the G.N.P. high and a great many articulate people seemed to have a sense of high social purpose and it might have been a spring of brave hopes and national promise, but it was not, and more and more people had the uneasy apprehension that it was not.

I was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that...

Bringing him back" had been through those months my hidden focus, a magic trick. By late summer I was beginning to see this clearly. "Seeing it clearly" did not yet allow me to give away the clothes he would need.           I

Yet I was myself in no way prepared to accept this news as final: there was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible. That was why I needed to be alone. After

Someday it all comes.

After a while there were no more tule fogs at dawn and all Charlotte wanted was one night that did not end badly.

Uno no teme por lo que ha perdido. Lo que ha perdido ya está en el muro. Lo que ha perdido ya está al otro lado de las puertas cerradas. Uno teme por lo que todavía no ha perdido. Puede que ustedes todavía no vean nada por perder. Y, sin embargo, no hay día en su vida en que yo no la vea.