Quotes About Hope

Depression lies," said Jenny Lawson . "Because every single time, it says, 'You'll never come out of this again. You are absolutely worthless, your family is better off without you.' And then I remind myself depression lies. Those things are lies.

I want to share all this in one place because if we talk, things get better, and more people we love might stick around so we can love them more.

There is reason for optimism when one moves from ignorance to understanding but no guarantees.

In God's wildness lies the hope of the world - the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.

Fortunately wrong cannot last. Soon or late it must fall back home to Hades, while some compensating good must surely follow.

I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once used to be, and by the grace of God I am what I am

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now i see.

Thou art coming to a King, large petitions with thee bring, for His grace and power are such none can ever ask too much.

when we have been brought very low and helped, sorely wounded and healed, cast down and raised again, have given up all hope--and been suddenly snatched from danger, and placed in safety; and when these things have been repeated to us and in us a thousand times over, we begin to learn to trust simply to the word and power of God, beyond and against appearances[....]

The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December's as pleasant as May.

How unspeakably wonderful to know that all our concerns are held in hands that bled for us.

God could have over-ruled every difficulty in your way, had he seen it expedient. But he is pleased to show you, that you depend not upon men—but upon himself; and that, notwithstanding your situation, may exclude you from some advantages in point of outward means. He who has begun a good work in you, is able to carry it on, in defiance of all seeming hindrances, and make all things (even those which have the most unfavorable appearances) work together for your good.

We ask that streams of Easter light might flow into the intimacy and privacy of our hearts this morning, to heal us and encourage us and enable us to make again a new beginning.

May we all receive blessing upon blessing. And may we realize our power to bless, heal, and renew one another.

We live in a world that responds to our longing; it is a place where the echoes always return, even if sometimes slowly.

At the gates of time, blessing waits to usher toward us the grace we need.

In the light and reverence of blessing, a person or situation becomes illuminated in a completely new way. In a dead wall a new window opens, in dense darkness a path starts to glimmer, and into a broken heart healing falls like morning dew. It

There was a contest in Ancient Greece to find out who could write a sentence that would somehow always be true. The sentence that won the competition was "This too shall pass.

May I have the courage today To live the life that I would love, To postpone my dream no longer, But do at last what I came here for And waste my heart on fear no more.

The poor have been doubly impoverished by the ugliness that surrounds them.

And here are we, even if we are old, we still have time, and time is always full of possibility. It would really be a great gift that an old person could give to themselves, the gift of recognizing the possibilities that are in that time, and to use their imagination. The imagination is the gateway to a full life, and people who awaken their imagination come in to a force field of possibility and there are doors opening everywhere. I think it is unknown what you can do if you begin to see it.

So much depends not on how awkward destiny is, but rather on how openly it is embraced. This is what the "sheltering wall" of blessing can enable.

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