Quotes About Hope

Her settlement, for example, were peaceable and as the calls to war had remained voluntary, they had held back, hoping it would pass. Nevertheless, they had cursed her for wanting to leave with him, telling her of the atrocities committed by his people out in the west. They had turned their backs on her in disgust when she told them he was a person, not a whole people.

The world's ending. —Maybe sometimes it has to.

Ideals, my girl," she says. "Always easier to believe in than live." "But if you don't at least try to live them," Bradley says, "then there's no point in living at all.

Do you believe there's hope at the end?" I ask. "No," she says simply, looking away. "No, I don't, but I'm still going." She eyes me. "You coming with?

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking. I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

The difference is that I think you never do it. Even if you're tempted, even if you're really close, because who knows? There might be more.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits. And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when needed it most. He believed selfishly and fearfully.

Que importaria la distancia si solo fuera un sueno

I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare into the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

Wherever you are, it's okay. You can come back from it. Whatever happened to you down there, whatever the world looks like now, that's not how it always looks. That's not how it's always going to look. There's more. There's always more.

Credin?a reprezint? jum?tate din puterea de vindecare a unui om. Credin?a în leac, credin?a în viitorul care te a?teapt?.

Although doesn't really matter how many time you do it: you think it's going to make your life less lonely, but it never does.

There is a brightness on her face and she keeps urging me on with tilts of her head and smiles and I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly.

PATIENT PROFILE: S.R. was diagnosed at age 48 with stage 4 non-Hodgkins B-cell lymphoma. Tumor was the size of a potato and choking off blood to the intestines. Underwent chemo regimen. S.R. used nutrition supplements in spite of oncologist's hostility to the subject. S.R. was able to work throughout chemo, travelling to trade shows, though he did lose his hair. As of 2005, S.R. is in complete remission and has learned the value of good nutrition, living more joyfully, and faith in God.

None of us, not any one of us, wants to be defined by the worst day or the worst hour or the worst moment of our lives.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

It's not over if you're still here," Chronicler said. "It's not a tragedy if you're still alive.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

She'd strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that... Well, then she didn't rightly know what happened next. But she hoped that after that the world would start to run itself a bit, like a gear-watch proper fit and kissed wit oil. That was what she hoped would happen.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

You're my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You're my shady willow on a sunny day. You're sweet music in a distant room. You're unexpected cake on a rainy day. You're my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.

Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate. But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.