Quotes About Hope

On the end of WWII in Europe: Few comments matched those of Bennie Smith, Howard K. Smith's wife, who told her husband: "No matter what terrible things happen in the future, we must remember this: we won. We might not have. They might have won. Think of what the world would have been like if they had won. Nothing can ever be as terrible as that.

This Christmas will be dramatically different for most of us from our Christmases past. But the comfort of reading is a constant. It's a salve for isolation and a haven when we need to escape into someone else's imagination.

To quote the philosopher Max Roser: "Three things are true at the same time. The world is much better; the world is awful; and the world can be much better." There is plenty of good work to do.

The great hope of the Tet Offensive was that its very size and daring would trigger a surge of nationalism that would transcend barriers of ideology, class, and faith.

Prayer makes no sense apart from waiting.

Springtime brings the consolation of hope. It gives the assurance that death has lost its sting. There is beauty in this hope and this assurance. There is beauty in the woman whose chemo-induced baldness, unswaddled, shines like a pearl, in the man whose palsy makes him shimmy like a Spanish dancer. There is beauty in their defiance and their acceptance. There is beauty in their standing in the hope that death can't steal or destroy.

When we suffer, God empowers us to face the worst and become our best.

Hope takes never ceasing to be amazed... wearing your soul on your sleeve... holding your breath, waiting to hear "i love you, too..." believing that tomorrow could be better than today... that you'll get a second chance... that you'll make a difference... that you matter.

t does it take to hope? everything.

wait... promise me one more thing: if tomorrow you wake up feeling unoriginal or frail-hearted or faithless or tired of this world please pick up this book and start back at page one.

The Word is so central and so instrumental because the Word of the Lord holds out the object of our faith to us. It presents God's promise to us—from all kinds of individual promises (throughout the Bible) all the way to the great promise, the great hope, the great object of our faith, Christ himself. The Word presents that which we are to believe.

The truly changed, truly converted, truly Christian heart can say with John Newton, "I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I wish to be. I am not what I hope to be. Yet I can truly say, I am not what I once was. By the grace of God, I am what I am.

May John Newton's prayer for himself be our prayer to God for our churches: "I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I wish to be. I am not what I hope to be. Yet I can truly say, I am not what I once was. By the grace of God I am what I am.

However much grief I carried, I liked the way my life was tending, these bright new directions. It's only human, to mourn and to reach toward forwardness at once.

Our new millennium began, and it seemed a little bit possible--though surely if we examined the thought too closely, it would evaporate--that a brighter time might be ahead; we have, after all, the round, clean slate of the new number, the row of zeros after the initial digit in 2000.

They create our expectations. Keep in mind that an expectation is a belief projected into some future moment. Since we can't expect something we don't know about, we could also say that an expectation is what we know projected into some future moment.

Our identity is not in our joy, and our identity is not in our suffering. Our identity is in Christ, whether we have joy or are suffering.

the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy

It isn't that Gandalf thinks the Shire is not worth looking after, but rather that in order for any land to be kept from utter darkness for many ages to come, the quest to destroy the ring must succeed, and in the darkness into which they are all walking, it is better to trust to the loyalty of friends than to the power of well-meaning strangers

Poetry -- literature in general -- is the major cultural source of vital options for those who find that their lives fall short of their highest hopes. Literature is, I believe, our best goad toward new beginnings, our best chance for what we might call secular rebirth... in literature there abide major hopes for human renovation.

Bad things happen fast: The brakes give out; the stroller goes bouncing down the steps; the lump of gristle sticks in your throat (and sticks). Good things are all about progress: effort, expectation, and desire, and something evermore about to be, as the poet says.

God can inject hope into a absolutely hopeless situation.

If this is a dream, I'm begging you, don't ever let them wake me.

The happier ending is Twin Peaks is still out there. Waiting, watchful, alive. Haunted, full of shivers and delights, a candle glimpsed in a log cabin window, while passing through a few and darkening wood. Some dreams survive.