Quotes About Hope

Amal: It isn't sad. When they shut me in here first I felt the day was so long. Since the King's Post Office I like it more and more being indoors, and as I think I shall get a letter one day, I feel quite happy and then I don't mind being quiet and alone. I wonder if I shall make out what'll be in the King's letter? Gaffer: Even if you didn't wouldn't it be enough if it just bore your name?

I have only one prayer to offer to God, and it is that when I have been driven out of every society He will give me shelter at His own feet.

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

Hasta el océano de las lágrimas tiene otra orilla; si así no fuera, nadie habría llorado nunca

Travolti dal torrente dell'incertezza, i nostri sogni hanno teso le braccia Per afferrare la terra. In mattoni e pietra si irrigidiscono i loro sogni e così sono state costruite le città dell'uomo.

The traveller in the read-brown clothes that he wears that dust may not show upon him, the girl searching in her bed for the petals fallen from the wreath of her royal lover, the servant or the bride awaiting the master's home-coming in the empty house, are images of the heart turning to God.

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart. The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

Even he whose near ones have all died, one by one, is not alone-companionship comes for him from behind the screen of death.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted. He

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted. He

In the night the song came to me; but you were not there. It found the words for which I had been seeking all day. Yes, in the stillness a moment after dark they throbbed into music, even as the stars then began to pulse with light; but you were not there. My hope was to sing it to you in the morning; but, try as I might, though the music came, the words hung back, when you were beside me.

When at even-tide the child of want lies down, dirty and hungry, in his squalid home, and hears of prince and princess and fabled gold, then in the dark hovel lighted by its dim flickering candle, his mind springs free from its bonds of poverty and misery and walks in fresh beauty and glowing raiment, strong beyond all fear of hindrance, through that fairy realm where all is possible.

I shall not commit the grievous sin of losing faith in Man

Os meus sonhos são pirilampos - pontos de luz viva cintilando na escuridão.

But the child's faith never admits defeat, and it would snatch at the mantle of death itself to turn him back.

In the impenetrable night, All the sorrows of the world, All its sins and evils, Its tears and cruelties, Have risen in tumult, overflowing their banks And blaspheming the skies. Yet, O fearless, O sorrow-stricken one, With the groanings of the earth resounding in your ears, Accept the mad evil days with fortitude, And with hope undimmed in your soul, Hold on for the new shore. - Poem 37

If my heart is breaking – let it break! That will not make the world bankrupt – nor even me; for man is so much greater than what he loses in this life.

At the onset of the rains, crops that have been shrivelled and yellowed by drought suddenly show a spurt in growth, shedding the effects of prolonged undernourishment. Casting off their feeble, drooping air, they raise their bright, shining heads unabashedly and confidently to claim their space amidst the fields of grain. So it was with Asha.

My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.

The world-flood has swept over our country

When doctors give up, patients don't always die.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

Si lloras por haber perdido el sol, las lágrimas no te dejarán ver las estrellas.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.