Quotes About Hope

But you have such dimples, said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

But oughtn't we to be prepared for the best too? It's just as likely to happen as the worst.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.

She will love deeply, she will suffer terribly, she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did?

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death...

But maybe everything'll go all right. In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take what ever God sends.

We'll never say good-bye to each other. We'll just smile and go.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment…

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

It is always safe to dream of spring. For it is sure to come; and if it be not just as we have pictured it, it will be infinitely sweeter.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

I'm so glad you're here, Anne,' said Miss Lavendar, nibbling at her candy. 'If you weren't I should be blue…very blue…almost navy blue. Dreams and make-believes are all very well in the daytime and the sunshine, but when dark and storm come they fail to satisfy. One wants real things then. But you don't know this…seventeen never knows it. At seventeen dreams do satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you further on.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

I doubted God last Sunday said Rilla but I don't doubt Him today. Evil cannot win. Spirit is on our side and it is bound to outlast flesh.

Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.

I'm glad and I'm sorry. I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still more pleasant may come after, but you can never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't more pleasant.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.