Quotes Tagged "hope"

When it comes right down to it, the only way to face a crises that makes any sense at all - is together. And the only direction to face- is up.

Now she felt a restlessness that went beyond that; the old hopes felt too confining, as if they were a dress she had outgrown. Perhaps you outgrew your dreams, too, as your world expanded.

When I'm old I shall wear midnight, she'd decided. But, for now, she'd had enough of darkness.

Hope fought hard to stay alive. Even when you thought it was beaten to nothing, burned to ashes, drowned deep, still it flickered away, waiting to be found again.

Somewhere in the process I started writing toward an answer to the question I wake up with every morning and go to bed with every night. How do I find hope on a dying planet, and if there is no hope to be found, how do I live in its absence? In what state of being? Respect? Tenderness? Unmitigated love? The rich and sometimes deeply clarifying dreamscape of vast inconsolable grief?

There is a solution for everything As long as you believe Because belief is where magic is found Remember to hold onto hope Because hope is ever-lasting and endearing to your heart And if you can't find a way... create one There is a solution for everything

Hope is a crazy thing, a courageous thing. Faith is a bold, irrational choice.

Life’s looking more beautiful now. I didn’t sleep the whole night, but it seems he has awakened me from an irrecoverable sleep.

When life gives you another chance, you don’t ask life questions like - why things turned out that way the previous time? Or why have you been so unfair? Instead, you gladly accept the opportunity and say ‘why not?

Any dream that is all contemplation and no initiation is only a wish.

Suffering is a given, but so is joy.

And where are the windows? Where does the light come in? Bernie, old friend, forgive me, but I haven't got the answer to that one. I'm not even sure if there are any windows in this particular house. Maybe the light is just going to have to come in as best it can, through whatever chunks and cracks have been left in the builder's faulty craftsmanship, and if that's the case you can be sure that nobody feels worse about it than I do. God knows, Bernie; God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

Our hope is our offering to Him, our sacrifice. And in our hope, He is shaping us, molding us, drawing us to Him. We will now Him here, friend.

Some days are sweetened with pure, but fleeting joy. Just keep keeping on. Some days consist of a kind of sorrow that tries to break you. Just keep keeping on. Some days are filled with bright, warm light that clearly shows the path to follow. Just keep keeping on. Some days are filled with calm and peace. Just keep keeping on. Some days are filled with a violent commotion that does its best to disrupt our innermost harmony. Just keep keeping on. Some days we must just take a rest, until we can once again, keep keeping on. Some days are filled with hope and faith and the recognition of a journey we wouldn't trade for anything. And so we keep keeping on.

Never be so dependent on technology that a notification is the only thing that brings you hope.

Sometimes I feel I am enough for anyone. At other times I hope, I am.

And where are the windows? Where does the light come in? Bernie, old friend, forgive me, but I haven't got the answer to that one. I'm not even sure if there are any windows in this particular house. Maybe the light is just going to have to come in as best it can, through whatever chinks and cracks have been left in the builder's faulty craftsmanship, and if that's the case you can be sure that nobody feels worse about it than I do. God knows, Bernie; God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

You bear it by working hard to get ready. You bear it by having good people by your side. You bear it by not just hoping but knowing you can handle a lot, because you already have. At least, that's what always worked for me.

Hope is the best name in the world, because it is the best quality of the human mind.” “Is it?” “For me, it is. It’s all I have.

Comfort was that elusive composite of fantasy and hope.