Quotes About Hope

To suffer and to be happy although suffering, to have one's feet on the earth, to walk on the dirty and rough paths of this earth and yet to be enthroned with Christ at the Father's right hand, to laugh and cry with the children of this world and ceaselessly sing the praises of God with the choirs of angels—this is the life of the Christian until the morning of eternity breaks forth.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.

It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

There was such love as she had dreamed, and she meant to go on believing in it and cherishing the thought that she was worthy of it.

She was something he knew he had missed: the flower of life.

But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face...

It's a hundred years since we've met - it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Something in truth lay dead between them—the love she had killed in him and could no longer call to life. But something lived between them also, and leaped up in her like an imperishable flame: it was the love his love had kindled, the passion of her soul for his.

Ah, he would take her beyond---beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of her soul.

I want our life to be like a house with all the windows lit.

But he would see clearer, breathe freer in her presence: she was at once the dead weight at his breast and the spar which should float them to safety.

But then you come; and you're so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting to it to come true.

Only, I wonder - the thing one's so certain of in advance; can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?

Uma coisa ele sabia que tinha perdido: a flor da vida. Mas pensava nela como uma coisa tão inantingível e improvável que lamentar-se seria como desesperar porque não se ganhou o primeiro prémio da lotaria. Havia cem milhões de bilhetes na sua lotaria e só um prémio. As chances foram todas definitivamente contra ele.

She had once shown him the impossibility of such a hope, and his subsequent behaviour seemed to prove that he had accepted the situation with a reasonableness somewhat mortifying to her vanity.

Week after week he swung between the extremes of hope and dejection

Time will have his little scar, But the wound won't last.

Oftimes it haps, that sorrowes of the mynd Find remedie vnsought, which seeking cannot fynd.

Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.

For louers heauen must passe by sorrowes hell.

Huge sea of sorrow, and tempestuous griefe, Wherein my feeble barke is tossed long, Far from the hoped hauen of reliefe, Why doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong, And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng, Threatening to swallow vp my fearfull lyfe?

I still feel like a young girl, as though everything is about to happen.

Death in Venice made me hope that there might be others like me, somewhere out there, possibly in the ritzy nearby community of Charlevoix. He'd be older, rich, devoted to me and my magical youth.