Quotes About Hope

Living without love is worse than dying, Younger." William T.

Stories are the way you look at the world. . . . stories are your salvation.

In the dimly lit basement hall of Saints Peter and Paul's Soup Kitchen, in the back alleys behind the bus station, in the urine-scented wards of the state mental hospital, I saw, firsthand, that it was possible to lose everything and still go on.

One of the things I like best about 'Biggest Loser' is being around people who are trying to make the right choices. When you feel defeated about your weight and your health, like there's no hope, and you still make the choice to fight for it, to make the change happen no matter what people say or think, that's inspiring to me.

I save my dreams and hopes for my kids. When I'm making a wish under a bridge or tunnel, it's always for them.

I must bear it well as I may. As my sainted mother used to say, we never come to the kingdom of Heaven but by troubles.

We can do more than pray, after we have prayed, but not until.

There is a kind of life that leads to death. There is a kind of death that leads to life.

The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:28–31)

It's never too late for repentance. With God's help we can chart a new course and set our sails in the direction of obedience to God.

Suffering in and of itself does not lead a person into a deeper relationship with God. As with those who hear the word of God yet do not respond to it with faith, suffering divorced from faith and hope will actually embitter us as our hearts grow harder rather than softer toward God. In other words, suffering will either make us run to God or away from Him. In the midst of trials, we must ask ourselves, "Is this trial making me bitter and callous, or is it making me loving and gentle?

She wanted the best for her enemy, rather than hoping for the worst. This is remarkable. How could she do this? Because presumably, in the face of her emptiness and the sadness of being separated from her family, she had turned time and time again to her loving God and His promises.

The glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and

Even a lifetime of grief is only a little while in light of Eternity.

I hope you know what you are doing,' van Gelder said. He sounded grave. 'You hope,' I said. 'How do you think I feel?' Neither of them said how they thought I felt, and as it seemed that the line of conversation was taking an unprofitable turn we all kept quiet until we arrived at our destination.

the men of the Ulysses had no need to stand in shame...many had found, or were finding, that the point of no return was not necessarily the edge of the precipice: it could be the bottom of the valley, the beginning of the long climb up the far slope, and when a man had once begun that climb he never looked back to that other side.

To all things an end. To every night a dawn. Even to longest night when dawn never comes, there comes, at last, the dawn.

Music is the lubricant of the poor.

The boy who harnessed the wind

Your real dreams are the ones your dreamed far before you were old enough to understand just how complicated they were to accomplish. How you respond when you find out is part of your character.

It is late, for the harvest is in. Before, we hoped that the full vines would bring a plenitude of fine grapes, but the clusters are slow to ripen and the landlords picked unripe bunches from the branch. We have many grapes now—green and sour.

But nowhere is this a more urgent task than in matters of eros, the first and best hope of human connectedness in a world where all connectedness has become problematic

The old view was that delicacy of language was part of the nature, the sacred nature, of eros and that to speak about it in any other way would be to misunderstand it. What has disappeared is the risk and the hope of human connectedness embedded in eros. Ours is a language that reduces the longing for an other to the need for individual, private satisfaction and safety.

Spring is the earth forgiving itself.)