Quotes About Hope

She says: When are we gonna meet? I say: After a year and a war She says: When does the war end? I say: The time we meet

There is no desert in the memory I have of you And no enemies from now on for the rose That bursts forth from the ruins of your house!

I search for a lost sky.

She says: When are we going to meet? I say: After a year and a war She says: When does the war end? I say: When we meet

How many times shall things be over, Father?

My imagination will give out before I finish the journey, I don't have the energy to make my dream real.

And I want I want to live And to forget you

Tener hambre y no poder comer es morir un poco cada minuto, cada segundo.

I pray they will carry on in spite of that dreadful monster prejudice, and with patience, courage, fortitude and perseverance achieve success for themselves.

Yoyo said to me recently, 'Love and pain, that's what families are, and they fit together like this'--he slotted the tips of our fingers together--'like cogs.' Then he smiled and put a hand on my swollen belly. 'And what makes these cogs turn is hope, of course.

I'm so angry,' she said. 'I was all right until you came back. I'd given up. So many terrible things. Relatives, neighbors disappearing. Opa. The bloody Germans coming to...to strip us bare. Oma's silence. Bam, bam, bam. Like being punched over and over again. You get numb. It doesn't hurt anymore. Unless you start to hope. That's the trick, you see: you can take anything unless you start to hope.

If you weren't here and Oma died, I'd deal with it. Because there'd be nothing more to lose. It'd be just me. But now it's different; it's worse. Because you're yet another person to lose. You do stupid, dangerous things, and every time you go away, I pray in agony that you'll come back. It's unfair. Hope is pulling me to pieces. I can't stand it.

One child, one teacher, one book, and one pen can change the world.

When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always get worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better.

When you cease to dream you cease to live.

New York was heaven to me. And Harlem was Seventh Heaven.

He was safe here; this was the place he loved - sanctuary, the paradise of his despair.

It's amazing when you come to think of it how the human spirit seems to blossom in the shadow of the abattoir!

The sun is still shining It's a beautiful day out Some things are okay, right?

Belief in the supernatural is another powerful route to overcoming the very natural desire to stay alive.

The train slowed down at the approach to shrewsbury station and glided between the eleventh-century abbey and the stadium of shrewsbury town football club. Two sacred arenas where men chanted and waited for a miracle that never came.

All men, if they are honest, are scared of the dark. The arrival of light, even a glimmer under the edge of a door, lifts the spirit in a way that can't be described, because it dates back to a time before language. Hope returns, night terrors evaporate. You smile at the childishness of it all, the demons who haunted your sleep. It was just a dream.

We need to recognise that the whole edifice of our fifth estate, of our journalism, has been built on a foundation of newspaper journalism and that that foundation is crumbling. The management of the media companies will deny that the end is nigh. I hope they are right.

it will be miraculous, very miraculous.