Quotes About Hope

Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand by the window looking out at moonstruck trees a December storm has bowed with ice. Maple and mountain ash bend under its glassy weight, their cracked branches falling upon the frozen snow. The trees themselves, as in winters past, will survive their burdening, broken thrive. And am I less to You, my God, than they?

It was as though you struggled against fierce current jagged with debris to save me then. I am desperate still.

O Jesus burning on the lily cross... O night, rawhead and bloodybones night... O night betrayed by darkness not its own.

We fight our wish to die.

Fed the fires that consume us now, the fire that will save.

something they call the american dream sure we still believe in it i guess an earth man in the tavern said irregardless of the some times night mare facts we always try to double talk our way around and its okay the dreams okay and means whats good could be a damn sight better means every body in the good old u s a should have the chance to get ahead or at least should have three squares a day as for myself i do okay

Heartaches, disillusionments, disappointments, and hurts from people you least expect will either cause a soul to become bitter, hostile, angry, and disillusioned in life or drive the soul to search above and beyond just the physical and material things of life into a quest for spiritual things and into the arms of God.

They may come to feel that only the world's death can enable them to overcome their own inner deadness.

You must see the change you wish to be in the world.

Your Redeemer is bigger than your past.

Always leave a way out, unless you really want to find out how hard a man can fight when he's nothing to lose.

Always plan for the worst, child, that way all your surprises are pleasant ones.

Always something new, always something I didn't expect, and sometimes it isn't horrible.

Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your loses for too long.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

If wishes had wings, sheep would fly.

The Empress will follow where you go, she said. So she will, Mat said. As I'll follow where she goes, I suppose. I hope that doesn't lead us in too many circles.

My name is Nynaeve ti al'Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World's End toward Tarwin's Gap, toward Tarmon Gai'don. Will he ride alone?

Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.

The only way was forward, whatever lay at the end.

hope is like a piece of string when you're drowning; it just isn't enough to get you out by itself.

No man can walk so long in the Shadow that he cannot come again to the Light.

Life is a dream—that knows no shade. Life is a dream—of pain and woe. A dream from which—we pray to wake. A dream from which—we wake and go. Who would sleep—when the new dawn waits? Who would sleep—when the sweet winds blow? A dream must end—when the new day comes. This dream from which—we wake and go.