Quotes About Hope

it's a long lane that has no turning.

A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Thread softly because you tread on my dreams.

THE REALISTS Hope that you may understand! What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, Paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly waggons Do, but awake a hope to live That had gone With the dragons?

Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone – Man has created death.

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." ( Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven )

Believe in life! Always human beings will progress to greater, broader, and fuller life.

But once in a while the odd thing happens, Once in a while the dream comes true, And the whole pattern of life is altered, Once in a while the moon turns blue.

A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

The Three Wiseman: The weather has been awful, The countryside is dreary, Marsh, jungle, rock; and echoes mock, Calling our hope unlawful; But a silly song can help along Yours ever and sincerely: At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners, that this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners, and miss our wives, our books, our dogs, but have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are. To discover how to be human now Is the reason we follow this star.

Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless.

He still loves life But O O O O how he wishes The good Lord would take him.

Auden Letter to Lord Byron Banker or Landlord, booking clerk or pope, Whenever he's lost faith in choice and port, Whenever man sees the future without hope Whenever he endorses Hobbes report, The life of man is nasty, brutish, short, The Dragon rises from his garden border, And promises to set up Law and Order.

Now, more than ever, we distinctly hear The dreadful shuffle of a murderous year And all our senses roaring as the Black Dog leaps upon the individual back.

No esperes mucho: no temas nada»,

I know that some of us, and for some reason I am one of them, get to reach out and touch our heart's desire, like a child who gets to pet the nose of an old horse, soft as satin, safe as a grandfather's lap. And I know, too, that when most people reach for that heart's desire, it appears not as a horse but as a tiger, and they are rewarded with snarls, frustration, and disillusionment.

Baseball is the most perfect of games, solid, true, pure and precious as diamonds. If only life were so simple. Within the baselines anything can happen. Tides can reverse; oceans can open. That's why they say, "the game is never over until the last man is out." Colors can change, lives can alter, anything is possible in this gentle, flawless, loving game.

I dream of things that never were

I'm not trying to bleed you. I want to renew you.

A garden is made of hope.

I look for you my curl of sleep my breathing wave on the night shore my star in the fog of morning I think you can always find me I call to you under my breath I whisper to you through the hours all your names my ear of shadow I think you can always hear me I wait for you my promised day my time again my homecoming my being where you wait for me I think always of you waiting

I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time.