Quotes About Hope

But first he was going to take a drink, a big drink, because he needed one. And it didn't matter whether he drank or not, nothing mattered now; it was all over. All over, or just beginning.

You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come.

he gets turned down oftener than the lamp in the parlor of a sailor's girlfriend.

I know why you didn't bother to switch on the sign. I know why you haven't even gone up to open the office tonight. You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come." "All

Somehow, despite it's tragedies, life goes on.

The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart, As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

Our aspirations are our possibilities.

Life with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like. You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet: Your look?--that pays a thousand pains. What's death? You'll love me yet!

Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all! Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's brief years, Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast; Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men.

The best is yet to be.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

Grow old along with me.....the Best is yet to be.....The Last of life---for which the First was made.

Glad was I when I reached the other bank. Now for a better country. Vain presage! Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage, Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage-

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! (To A Mouse)

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Who hath desires must ever fearful be; Who lives in fear cannot be counted free.

They say it is possible to see stars from the bottom of a well when the sun is shining.

We must become friends of despair if we are to be drawn above it to genuine and heartfelt hope. Far from being an exercise in morbidity or arrogance, a deepening acquaintance with our death and with the vanity of human wishes is our worldly hearts a needed path to perfect health (61).

Death that makes nature quake with dread! today we are gods, tomorrow dust, creatures of poverty and pride, today hope fondly flatters us, tomorrow – man, where are you now? Your hours have barely fled away into the pit of chaos, your time fades like a dream at the new day.

In the worst of times music is a promise that times are meant to be better. Ultimately, its most important political purpose is to keep us human under fire.