Quotes About Hope

And St. Paul knew this well when he said, "For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate

Could be worse ... could be raining." - Igor

Hope for the best, expect the worst. Life is a play, we're unrehearsed.

We have lived for too long in the dreary region of homo economicus, our lives shadowed by principles of self-interest, utilitarian 'necessities,' instrumental moralities. But we are permitted to hope; to revive those great and optimistic words of Breton: 'Perhaps the imagination is on the verge of recovering its rights.' We must welcome, as did the Surrealists, the re-entry into modern life of homo ludens, the imaginative man at play, the intuitive visionary.

I shudder to think of an eternity spend without books. I have hopes that every book that was ever lost is somewhere waiting for me when my life here finally ends.

Forse la pazzia non è l'ebetudine, non è il monologare franto e farneticante dei disperati che si aggirano sui marciapiedi delle stazioni, è la diversità che separa dagli altri, dalle altre, è la speranza, il sogno, quasi la pretesa di avere un destino. Di non essere un ombra senza storia, un fantasma che scivola sul mondo senza lasciare un impronta, e di voler fare qualcosa di importante nella vita.

Indugia. Aspetta. Tra la disperazione e la speranza c'è solo un attimo. Quando cerchi di evitare qualcosa, è proprio questo sforzo che te la fa fronteggiare. Abbi coraggio......

La stabilità del potere spegne le speranze di quanti non l'hanno e che potrebbero ottenerlo solo per un mutamento di governo, perché è l'instabilità ad assicurare i rivolgimenti della fortuna di cui quasi tutti hanno bisogno per migliorare la propria condizione.

My parents leaving a third world country to a first world country and building from nothing - that's really inspiring to me and it's influenced me in a positive way.

Why do you always think the sky is falling? Maybe the sky is calling, not falling.

Whatever your past has been, you have a spotless future.

Hey, I'm no artist, and all I had to work with was crayons and glitter—and a sad dream. Plus, my captive companion at the time was a seven-year-old girl with a pink bow in her hair.)

The future is not set in stone, and even if it was, stone can be broken.

Even when the battle is long and the path is steep, a true warrior does not give up. If each one of us does not step forward to claim our rights, we are doomed to an eternal wait in hopes those who would usurp them will become benevolent. The Bible says, WATCH, FIGHT, and PRAY." * * * Although

Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.

It's against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.

Finn, listen!" Trevanion said, his voice raw. "I prayed to see you one more time. It's all I prayed for. Nothing more. And my prayers were answered. Go east, I'll lead them west." "We have a dilemma, then," Finnikin said fiercely. "Because I prayed that you would grow old and hold my children in your arms as you held me. My prayers have not been answered yet, Trevanion. So whose prayer is more worthy? Yours or mine?

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.

I'm beginning to realize that things don't turn out the way you want them to. And sometimes, when they don't they can turn out just a little bit better.

But she stepped forward and placed a finger to his lips and there it was before him. The greatest prayer to the gods he could muster with a heart so broken. Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.

For a moment I can't help thinking how decent he is - that there's some hope for him beyond the obnoxious image he displays. Maybe deep down he is a sensitive guy, who sees us as real people with real issues. I want to say something nice. Some kind of thanks. I stand there, rehearsing it in my mind. "Oh my God," he says, "did you see that girl's tits?" Maybe not today.

I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

You don't die. You just... get really angry and then after you're angry you hurt a lot and then the best thing is that one day you remember something she said or did and you laugh instead of crying.