Quotes About Hope

Atât de lipsit? de speran?? e lumea din afar?, încât de dou? ori mai preÅ£ioas? mi-e lumea din interior.

He didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him. Time bought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

Emily Dickenson

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

I wish you a kinder sea.

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

La esperanza es esa cosa con plumas que se posa en el alma y canta sin parar.

I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At centre of the sea, And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, How many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie.

We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.