Quotes About Hope

You can only chase a butterfly for so long.

Fiction cannot recite the numbing numbers, but it can be that witness, that memory. A storyteller can attempt to tell the human tale, can make a galaxy out of the chaos, can point to the fact that some people survived even as most people died. And can remind us that the swallows still sing around the smokestacks.

How often is the passing of one storm only a prelude to another.

Janet Beeler Shaw

God will provide," Ida assured him. "Once you start, I am sure everything will fall into place. It always has.

Ida finally made up her mind when she visited her father's grave. She asked herself what he would have advised her to do, and she felt sure that he would have told her to reach for the stars, that Jesus promised that people could move mountains if they only believed.

Janet Buttolph Johnson

Because not believing is an exercise in futility, as the magic goes about its business whether ye think it exists or not. And if ye don't believe, then why even get out of bed in the morning? Or make plans for tomorrow? Or want, or hope, or dream, or even try? Magic is what powers life, Peg. Without it, we wouldn't be able to take our next breaths.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

Quick, where is the Red Cross God with the ointment and plaster the needle and thread and the clean linen bandages to mummify our festering dreams?

I will put warm woolen socks on the feet of the people in the other world; but I dream and cannot wake, and I am cast over the cliff and hang there by two fingers that are danced and trampled on by the giant unreality.

we are herded to bed and the day's thin scenery topples revealing, for those who sleep, the painted props of sleep. The rest lie in the dark and wait for morning and hope, against certain belief, that what the voices tell them is not true.

And so passed one morning and every morning and day but the people growing gentle and together, like old bulbs without promise of bloom, thrown to the rubbish heap and sinking in the filth and blindness to sprout a seperate community of dark, touching tendril and root to yet invisible colour of maimed flowers, narcissus, daffodil, tulip, and crocus-leaf stained with blade of snow.

Life to you, and everlasting glory.

Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.

Rock and roll can change the world and save your life - and that's just for starters" -Quinn

Sanditon was a second wife and four children to him -- hardly less dear --- and certainly more engrossing.--- He could talk of it for ever. --- It had indeed the highest claims; --- not only those of birth place, property, and home, --- it was mine, his lottery, his speculation and his hobby horse; his occupation, his hope and his futurity.--- Sanditon, Jane Austen

The truth of God's love is not that He allows bad things to happen, it's his promise that he will be there with us--when they do.

Blessings sometimes show up in unrecognizable disguises.

When God allows something to be taken from you, He replaces it with something better.

She thanked God that life was not always winter, that spring always came at last to chase away the cold and heaviness, and to release one to warmth and movement again.

Sometimes, the darkest part of the morning is just before dawn

But If it is to be, or not, That's all in God's hands.

God knows best. We can trust Him with our lives as well as our eternal souls. He does not take something from us without filling that spot with something just as good--- and because it's from Him, even much better