Quotes About Hope

The thing was, if you wanted to survive you had to keep going, Natalie had decided. Even when it hurt. Sometimes, she had discovered, you has to walk around the holes in your life, instead of falling into them.

Sooner or later in life, everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who pause to consider the antithesis: that perfect unhappiness is equally unobtainable . . . Our ever-sufficient knowledge of the future opposes it and this is called in the one instance: hope.

he) reminded me by his presence, by his natural and plain manner of being good, that there still existed a just world outside our own, something and someone still pure and whole, not corrupt, not savage, extraneous to hatred and terror; something difficult to define, a remote possibility of good, but for which it was worth surviving.

For us, on the contrary, the Lager is not a punishment; for us, no end is foreseen and the Lager is nothing but a manner of living assigned to us, without limits of time, in the bosom of the Germanic social organism.

It is lucky that it is not windy today. Strange, how in some way one always has the impression of being fortunate, how some chance happening perhaps infinitesimal, stops us crossing the threshold of despair and allows us to live. It is raining, but it is not windy.

It was the very discomfort, the blows, the cold, the thirst that kept us aloft in the void of bottomless despair, both during the journey and after. It was not the will to live, nor a conscious resignation; for few are the men capable of such resolution, and we were but a common sample of humanity.

E ci dicese nell'animo, nuovo per noi, il dolore antico del popolo che non ha terra, il dolore senza speranza dell'esodo ogni secolo rinnovato.

Why does it happen? Why is the pain of every day translated so constantly into our dreams, in the ever-repeated scene of the unlistened-to story?

Strano, in qualche modo si ha sempre l'impressione di essere fortunati, che una qualche circostanza, magari infinitesima, ci trattenga sull'orlo della disperazione e ci conceda di vivere.

Nel limbo di Staryje Doroghi mi sentivo sporco, stracciato, stanco, greve, estenuato dall'attesa, eppure giovane e pieno di potenze e rivolto verso l'avvenire.

In those days, as I was waiting fairly courageously for death, I harbored a piercing hope for everything, for all imaginable human experiences, and I cursed my preceding life, which it seemed to me I had taken little and poor advantage of, and I felt time slipping through my fingers, escaping from my body minute by minute, like a hemorrhage that cannot be stanched.

Ma non era solo questo: come se un argine fosse franato, proprio in quell'ora in cui ogni minaccia sembrava venire meno, in cui la speranza di un ritorno alla vita cessava di essere pazzesca ero sopraffatto da un dolore nuovo e più vasto, prima sepolto ai margini della coscienza da altri più urgenti dolori: il dolore dell'esilio, della casa lontana, della solitudine, degli amici perduti, della giovinezza perduta, e dello stuolo di cadaveri intorno

infin che un giorno senso non avrà più dire : domani (...jusqu'à ce qu'un jour dire demain n'ait plus de sens)

e questa speranza faceva parte di una ben più grande speranza, quella in un mondo diritto e giusto, miracolosamente ristabilito sulle sue naturali fondamenta dopo una eternità di stravolgimenti, di errori e di stragi, dopo il tempo della nostra lunga pazienza. Era una speranza ingenua, come tutte quelle che riposano su tagli troppo netti fra il male e il bene, fra il passato e il futuro: ma noi ne vivevamo.

La libertà, l'improbabile, impossibile libertà, così lontana da Auschwitz che solo nei sogni osavamo sperarla, era giunta[...]. Era intorno a noi, ma sotto forma di una spietata pianura deserta. Ci aspettavano altre prove, altre fatiche, altre fami, altri geli, altre paure.

Until one day there will be no more sense in saying: tomorrow.

Felice l'uomo che ha raggiunto il porto, Che lascia dietro di sé mari e tempeste, I cui sogni sono morti o mai nati. Che ha deposto il carico e si è tersa la fronte, E riposa al margine del cammino. Non teme né spera né aspetta, Ma guarda fisso il sole che tramonta.

The thing was, if you wanted to survive you had to keep going. Even when it hurt. Sometimes, she had discovered, you had to walk around the holes in your life, instead of falling into them.

Priscilla Cummings

Ah. A virtual impossibility. Just the sort of challenge Ruwach loves

Condemnation always leads to guilt-laden discouragement, while conviction—though often painful in pointing out our wrongdoing—still somehow encourages and lifts us, giving us hope to rebuild on.

You may not understand what all's happening in your life right now, but any possible explanation pales in comparison to what you do know because of your faith in God's goodness and assurance.

If I were your enemy, I'd constantly remind you of your past mistakes and poor choices. I'd want to keep you burdened by shame and guilt, in hopes that you'll feel incapacitated by your many failings and see no point in even trying again. I'd work to convince you that you've had your chance and blown it—that your God may be able to forgive some people for some things, but not you . . . not for this.

If you have faith the size of the smallest seed, nothing will be impossible for you.