Quotes About Hope

Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazón con que vivo, cardo ni oruga cultivo: Cultivo la rosa blanca.

Doa itu gratis, jangan ke dukun. Positif thinking itu gratis, jangan ke dukun.

The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigour and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you.

Once all struggle is grasped, miracles are possible.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

Me fui dando cuenta de que soñar es como caminar entre voces que flotan y pasos que resuenan. Como caminar por una ciudad que conociste y has olvidado. A veces hay esquinas donde se puede encontrar lo que has perdido. A veces algo muy lindo, otras veces algo que es mejor no recordar.

Parece que la luz hace que la tristeza se vaya.

Puede que la verdadera felicidad esté en la convicción de que se ha perdido irremediablemente la felicidad. Entonces empezamos a movernos por la vida sin esperanzas ni miedos, capaces de gozar por fin todos los pequeños goces, que son los más perdurables.

Tendría que estar muerto y no lo estoy. Pero a pesar de no estarlo, me encuentro en el infierno.

We live because of the dreams.

a form of waiting that, depending on the circumstances, can resemble fascination, terror, curiosity, or hope.

giving life back to an adolescent who would otherwise disappear forever:

La migración, con todas sus fatigas, sus peligros y sus tragedias, se inscribe en la misma perspectiva. La esperanza, por muy ilusoria que a menudo demuestre ser, ordena la fuga hacia adelante. La migración no se identifica con la felicidad,

Out of sight, out of body, there is nothing, there is no longer anything. And the words that humans invented to make themselves believe there was something, first of all the word "death" itself, fraught with terror and hope, only conceal the nothingness.

Understanding,' in all honesty, is a word pregnant with difficulties, but also with hope.

Defender la alegría como una trinchera, defenderla del escándalo y la rutina, de la miseria y los miserables, de las ausencias transitorias y las definitivas

Arthur's class was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Mr. Ratburn was about to announce the director for the Thanksgiving play, The Big Turkey Hunt. Arthur chewed his pencil. "I hope he picks me," whispered Francine. They all held their breath. "I've chosen Arthur to direct the play," said Mr. Ratburn. He handed Arthur the script. "Me? The director?" said Arthur. "Oh, no," grumbled Francine. "This is going to be a disaster.

My father was something of a rainbow-chaser.

The art of the saints is the ability to draw good out of every situation, no matter how bitter or painful.

In a word, everything [15]was sadness and bitterness. And still peace, always peace, reigned at the bottom of the chalice.

Nothing will frighten it, neither wind nor rain, and if dark [10]clouds come and hide the Star of Love, the little bird will not change its place because it knows that beyond the clouds its bright Sun still shines on and that its brightness is not eclipsed for a single instant.

when one expects pure and unmixed suffering, the smallest [10] joy becomes an unhoped-for surprise.

I had no need to raise my head to see and, in fact, no longer raised it but to contemplate heaven which to me was filled with joy. All my trials had come to an end and the winter of my soul had passed on [20]forever.

Earth again seemed a sad place and I understood that in heaven alone joy will be without any clouds.