Quotes About Hope

Despair is infidelity and death.

Oh that moment when Daniel thought he'd lost her to Cam's starshot! His wings hat felt too heavy to lift. Colder than death. In that instant , he'd given up all hope.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100 and ask for an extension, just like my grandmother did.

It's the closest to death I have ever been. The chemotherapy takes you as far down into hell as you've ever, ever been.

I want to go on living even after death!

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

Christ, because of who He is, can look death in the face.

I'm sorry," Laila says, marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief. And yet, she sees, people find a way to survive, to go on.

No man kills himself unless there is something wrong with his life.

In death, hope is everlasting.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.

I believe in the redemptive death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Kylie looked up towards the sky. "Sometimes I just wish Heaven wasn't so far away.

Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. [Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]

For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.

That's all that death is ... Just a going away into another country ... Only the separation is harder to bear because there can be no letters to bridge the silence.