Quotes About Hope

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

God sends the dawn that we might see the might-have-beens that still might be.

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.

There are things I have wanted so long that I would only consent to have them if I could keep wanting them.

There would be a lot more optimists if it weren't for the rise-and-shine requirement.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

I believe that there is an explanation for everything, so, yes, I believe in miracles.

God answers first the prayers we should have prayed.

Create expectations to fulfil them.

And dead leaves wrap the fruits that summer planted: And birds that love the South have taken wing. The wanderer, loitering o'er the scene enchanted, Weeps, and despairs of spring.

When Death to either shall come— I pray it be first to me.

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.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.

All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist.

Out of the wreck I rise.

Through such souls aloneGod stooping shows sufficient of His lightFor us i' the dark to rise by. And I rise.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Look not thou down but up!

To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,And baffled, get up and begin again.

What I aspired to be,And was not, comforts me.

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are;Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Grow old along with me The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made Our times are in his hand who saith, A whole I planned, Youth shows but half trust God See all, nor be afraid