Quotes About Hope

Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.

Sometimes you ask God for something and you don't know what you're asking.

We must become the change we want to see.

Faith is not a delicate flower which would wither away under the slightest stormy weather

A man with a grain of faith in God never loses hope, because he ever believes in the ultimate triumph of Truth

Be the change that you wish to see in the world."

Be the change we wish to see in the world

To conceal ignorance is to increase it. An honest confession of it, however, gives ground for the hope that it will diminish some day or the other.

Les rêves aussi sont contagieux

We need international support so that our people live a life of normality, of dignity, of liberty and freedom. I hope that our cry for freedom may be heard.

And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness, and burst.

No night is long enough for us to dream twice.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

And I say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.

Where should we go after the last frontiers ? Where should the birds fly after the last sky ? Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?

we Do as the ascendants to GOD ; the prisoners and the unemployeds Do , we Forget the Pain & Raise Hope ~

I used to love winter, and I would listen to it, drop by drop. Rain, rain like an appeal to a lover, Pour down my body! Winter was not lament pointing to the end of life. It was the beginning. It was hope. So what shall I do, as life falls like hair? What will I do this winter?

One day I'll become what I want One day I will become a thought" Excerpt From Mural

May life suddenly open on the wing of a butterfly fluttering over a rhyme for those who do not care about meaning.

The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.

the poem is a dice throw on a patch of darkness that may or may not glow