Quotes About Hope

Comes from hunting. A hunter making a fast shot is said to snap it off, never certain he'll hit the target. It's the same with this type of camera, there's no way to see what the lens sees. You aim, hope—and snap.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!

I sit, and moan, Like one who once had wings.

I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no -- I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you -- but what hatred shall I have for another!

When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream.

Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; The reading of an ever-changing tale; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air; A laughing schoolboy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.

Be careful to let no fretting injure your health as I have suffered it—health is the greatest of blessings—with health and hope we should be content to live, and so you will find as you grow older.

My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 70

I cannot say forget me—but I would mention that there are impossibilities in the world.

All signs were pointing upward; his wheel was revolving skyward.

She appears to have been knocked a bit in her life already. Up rather than down. If she ever nears me, however, the direction will be reversed.

I also told the students that, for the sake of humanity's future, I hoped that they were all sterile.

In economics, hope and faith coexist with great scientific pretension and also a deep desire for respectability.

to pursue the gold deposits that were presumed to exist in the great North American territory of Louisiana. There was no evidence of the gold, but this, as ever in such episodes, was no time for doubters or doubting

But that was the nature of love: one did not offer it with any assurance that it would change the world, even if in the end it was the only thing that could.