Quotes About Hope

Well, if there's a hell like this place then there has to be a heaven somewhere.

A boy with a ball. A boy with a dream.

No more dead dogs and slashed swans for us," whispered Dick Alderman, like this was good news- It wasn't.

Ten grand in your pocket. But it won't last. Not at this rate. Jobless and boozing. Fat and fucked. Not unless Peter says yes- Peter Taylor. The only friend you've ever had. Peter Taylor.

Everybody wants to be you. Everybody loves you; fathers and sons, wives and daughters. Young and old, rich and poor. Because hopes are high in the poor houses, hopes are high in the rich houses- Hopes you have raised. Hopes you must fulfil.

and deliver me from evil." "Amen.

Your going to be fine.I promise you."- with my finger I made an X sign on my chest-"cross my heart and hope to die,you have my word.You don't deserve to live like that,and we're going to turn things around.

Advisory: If your husband catches an ebolavirus, give him food and water and love and maybe prayers but keep your distance, wait patiently, hope for the best-- and, if he dies, don't clean out his bowels by hand. Better to step back, blow a kiss, and burn the hut.

And here's the thing about outbreaks: They end. In some cases they end after many years, in other cases they end rather soon.

Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. A good book, resting unopened in it's slot on a shelf, full of majestic potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper.

It's not yet too late [for juvenile delinquents]. There's still time to nudge them, if we think about nudging them rather than just punishing them.

Optimism is not a personality trait; it is a strategy for coping with your lot.

Getting stuck on the past will weigh you down and looking into the future will only create worries.

Uncomfortable with our sense-of-lack today, we look forward to that day in the future when we will feel truly alive; we use that hope to rationalize the way we have to live now, a sacrifice which then increases our demands of the future.

Everybody's got something. In the end, what choice does one really have but to understand that truth, to really take it in, and then shop for groceries, get a haircut, do one's work; get on with the business of one's life. That's the hope, anyway.

Nevertheless, there will always lurk, around a corner in a pocket of our knowledge of the odds, an indefensible hope, and this was one of the times, which you now and then find in sports, when a density of expectation hangs in the air and plucks an event out of the future.

Perhaps one day Russia might even become somehow ordinary, a country of problems rather than catastrophes, a place that develops rather than explodes. That would be something to see.

Winnie trusted in the possibility of redemption. Life would not end in an apoplectic implosion of frustrated desires, foiled schemes, and defeated dreams, but rather in revealed glory.

The opposite of interpersonal trust is not mistrust. It is despair. This is because we have given up on believing that trustworthiness and fulfillment are possible from others. We have lost our hope in our fellow humans.

For all that has been: Thanks! For all that shall be: Yes! —DAG HAMMARSKJÖLD, Markings

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no witness in…. A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my life had entered it And there was room beside…

For all that has been: Thanks. For all that shall be: Yes.

The perfect partner is the mirage we see after crossing the desert of insufficient love.

Only God can cool the heat—separate the tea back from the water. Sometimes he even puts other people near the heat. People who can endure it. People equipped to help that person regain hope again." It