Quotes About Hope

Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed. That's the first law of thermodynamics, I said, wiping my nose. No, he said. That's faith.

Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.

Yirmi y?lda kaç gece vard?r k?z?m? Kaç saat vard?r? Yirmi y?l boyunca kar?m?n hala yaÅŸay?p yaÅŸamad???n? ve nas?l yaÅŸad???n? düÅŸünüp durdum. Onun ve çocuÄŸumun. Tanr? bu yüzden var. EndiÅŸe hiçbir iÅŸe yaramaz, dua yarar. Bazen...

His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter "C"—carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible—showed on the mound at the base of his thumb. The "J" he had left on her would be likewise still visible, he supposed. He hoped.

May God make safe to me each step, May God make open to me each pass, May God make clear to me each road, And may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands.

And that, ma chère madame, is all I can tell you—no more than I can tell any troubled soul who comes to me for advice: put your trust in God, and pray for guidance." He shoved the fresh pastry toward me. "But whatever you are to do, you will

Ayer rece durante todo el camino colina arriba, no para que te quedaras, no me parecía correcto. Rezaba para tener la fortaleza necesaria para dejar que te fueras. Dije <>, ha sido el momento mas difícil, sassenach.

Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out.

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

It took two days, and God kens well that I recall every second of those days—yet it seems that I lost her between one heartbeat and the next. And I—I keep lookin' for her there, in that space between.

What if I cannot keep ye safe?... You and the rest of them? I shall try wi all my strength, Sassenach, and I dinna mind if I die doing it but what i should die too soon - and fail? You won't. 'll try not. If I die dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

The world is chaos and death and destruction. But people like you—you don't stand for that. If there is any order in the world, any peace—it's because of you, John, and those very few like you.

That is what God is for. Worry doesna help – prayer does. Sometimes,' he added honestly.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, he said softly. Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away.

Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world—because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can.

And if there was eternity, or even the idea of it, then perhaps Anselm was right; all things were possible.

May God make safe to me each step,             May God make open to me each pass,             May God make clear to me each road,             And may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands.

It may," the deeper voice agreed. "It may rain straight up tomorrow instead of down, as well. That doesna mean I'll stand waiting at the stairhead wi' my wee bucket turned upside down.

My dear daughter, As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .

Mmphm. Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we.

To create, to hoard, to send these things, these fragile documents, down through the years, with only the hope that they would survive and reach those for whom they were intended.

There's worse has happened to others, lass," he said quietly. Then he let go and the spell was broken.

Da," she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. "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; he was as big as she'd imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

It is not the place of science to insist on explanation—but only to observe, in hopes that the explanation will manifest itself.