The two of them smelled strange, like hope, like something fucking with the fine edges of my memory, something I was hungry for but couldnβt remember the taste of.
Without prayer, how can there be progress?
I know what LDR means, but I don't know what does it feel, because though we are miles apart, distance couldn't beat love. I still feels like we are together, always.
One of the best things you can do for yourself is to believe in yourself.
Hope is the key... at times of despair!
One beautiful moment can rob an entire day of its despair.
Christmas does not invite you to something that happened in history. Rather, Christmas is God inviting you to something thatβs already shaping your eternity.
In whatever battle we're facing, we too often lose hope. And once we've lost hope we've not only lost the battle, we've lost everything else as well.
Long ago, darkness reigned over the night. People were afraid and remained inside their shelters from sundown until sunrise. The goddess Selene saw their fear and gave light to their nocturnal world by driving her moon chariot across the starry sky. She followed her brother Helios, who rode the sun and caught his shining rays on her magnificent silver chariot, then cast them down to earth as moonbeams. She felt pride in the way the earthlings were comforted by her light. But one night when she had abandoned her chariot to walk upon the earth, she noticed that in times of trouble many people lost all hope. Their despair bewildered her. After considering their plight, she knew how she could make her moon the greatest gift from the gods. From then on she drove around the earth and each night caught her brother's rays from a different angle. This way the face of the moon was everchanging. People watched the moon decrease in light every night, until it could no longer be seen from the earth. Then after three nights of darkness, a crescent sliver returned and the moon increased in light until it was fully illuminated as before. Selene did this to remind people that their darkest times can lead them to their brightest. The ancients understood Selene's gift in the lunar phases. Each night when they gazed at the moon, they knew Selene was telling them to never give up hope.
Despair is a bad thing, friend. The world moves on through hope. We will be home soon. You will feel better then.β But the darkness around him embraced him like stormy waves do a drowning man. He felt he was sinking in the sea of hopelessness.
it was like how I imagined water meeting the bank would be, eroding away at the strong surface and creating its impression in the soil, taking piece by piece away with each toss of the current. I was the embankment, and Hailey was the flowing water. Peaceful, graceful, tranquil
It's always a good time to step up and look up. What do you see? Hope for a better future.
Some people mocked you if you said that you joined others when your time came. Well, they could laugh, those clever people, but we surely had to hope, and a life without hope of any sort was no life: it was a sky without stars, a landscape of sorrow and emptiness.
A good man is measured by what he is willing to sacrifice, to commend his love toward, that he is always willing to give himself over to the promotion of ideals, dreams, and the imagination of things to come that may benefit anyone...but himself.
Choose the path leading to the betterment of humanity, harmonization and peace. It's well worth the effort.
Hope is spelled L.o.v.e.
The Problem of Life seemed to him to be solved. He looked on down the years, and he could see no troubles there of any kind whatsoever. Reason suggested that there were probably one or two knocking about somewhere, but this was no time to think of them. He examined the future, and found it good.
Sometimes when things seem like they are falling apart, they are actually falling into place.
What is usual is not what is always. As sometimes, in old age, hearing comes back. Footsteps resume their clipped edges, birds quiet for decades migrate back to the ear. Where were they? By what route did they return? A woman mute for years forms one perfect sentence before she dies.
I hope I helped you see the world a little bit different, Park. Even just a little bit.
