Quotes About Hope

Spring is singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air. I'm seeing visions and dreaming dreams, Pris. That's because the wind is from the west. I do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness, doesn't it? When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore. When I get old I shall have rheumatism when the wind is east. And

but youth yearned to youth.

Leslie, after her first anguish was over, found it possible to go on with life after all, as most of us do, no matter what our particular form of torment has been. It is even possible that she enjoyed moments of it, when she was one of the gay circle in the little house of dreams.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

You've all been so sure that life is good that I've never been able to disbelieve it. Never will be able to.

Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life - I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.

Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn't find one. Then I found one in a clump of clover by the dairy steps tonight when I was straining the milk and never thinking of clovers. Cousin Jimmy says that is the way luck always comes, and it is no use to look for it.

Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them, exclaimed Anne. You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

There's something very solemn about the idea of a new year, isn't there? Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days with not a thing happened in them yet.

Holmes speaks of grief "staining backward" through the pages of life; but Valancy found her happiness had stained backward likewise and flooded with rose-colour her whole previous drab existence. She found it hard to believe that she had ever been lonely and unhappy and afraid.

At life's banquet of success I may not be the guest of honor, but I'll be among those present.

For spring is just around the corner and I have forgotten everything but gladness.

Mrs. Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn't much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

No matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world.

All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

Ye've only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.

It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures.

it's delightful when your imaginatios come true, isn't it?

help me most. I know you'll be as plucky and patient as you have shown yourself to be this past year—I'm not afraid for you. I know that no matter what happens, you'll be Rilla-my-Rilla—no matter what happens. Rilla repressed

Death isn't terrible. The universe is full of love - and spring comes everywhere - and in death you open and shut a door. There are beautiful things on the other side of that door.

It's a pretty good world, after all, isn't it, Marilla? concluded Anne happily. Mrs. Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn't much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed... perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either... they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

Well, all I hope, said Miss Cornelia calmly, is that when I'm dead nobody will call me 'our departed sister.