Quotes About Hope

Dije: «Señor, si alguna vez en mi vida he tenido valor, dámelo ahora. Permíteme ser lo bastante valiente para no caer de rodillas y rogarle que se quede». –Jamie Fraser.

And if she had not come back to me...if you had not come...if I had known for sure that both of you were dead...Then I would still have lived...and done what must be done. So will you.

Yes. It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes - how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them. You can't.

Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?

Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like, he said, but God made hope.

Will this be the end of it?' 'There is never an end to such things,' he said quietly. 'But we are alive. And that is good.

You can…call me Da," he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. "If—if ye want to, I mean, Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No. It's only…simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong;—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

but there came a point when one abandoned hope for faith, and trusted fate for charity.

I put a hand up to cup his cheek, warm and lightly stubbled. I didn't fool myself that this was paradise or even a refuge from the war - wars tended not to stay in one place but moved around, much in the manner of cyclones and even more destructive where they touched down. But for however long it lasted, this was home, and now was peace.

Thought of blowing your brains out? William blinked, startled. No. That's good. Anything else is bound to be an improvement, isn't it?

Y cuando mi cuerpo perezca, mi alma todavía será tuya, Claire. Juro por mi esperanza de ganarme el cielo que no seré separado de ti. Nada se pierde, Sassenach; sólo se transforma. -Eso es la primera ley de la termodinámica -dije secándome la nariz. -No -respondió-. Eso es fe.

I hold no evil in my heart...This evil does not touch me. More may come, but not this. Not here. Not now.

The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe—no matter what tomorrow may be.

Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.

If you find him," she whispered, "when you find my father—give him this." She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone. "Go, Mama," she said, breathless. "I love you. Go!

No man owns his own life," he said. "Part of you is always in someone else's hands. All ye can do is hope it's mostly God's hands you're in.

But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing.

That is what God is for. Worry doesna help—prayer does. Sometimes

Nadie se muere por eso. Ni tu, ni yo»

And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you." [...] Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. No," he said. "That's faith.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at all-both accepted that duty without question, would honor it, or die in trying. She only hoped it wouldn't come to that-for either of them.

There's always a prayer, a nighean, even if it's only A Dhia, cuidich mi." Oh, God—help me.

Yes, but—" I began. "So"—he said authoritatively, holding up a finger to hush me—"if you have been deprived of your earlier life, perhaps it is only that God has seen fit to bless you with another, that may be richer and fuller.