Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.
This is what I know - Sam is dead. My brother is dead. My mother is dead. My father is dead. My husband is dead. My cat is dead. My dog, who was dead in 1957, is still dead. Yet still I keep thinking that something wonderful is about to happen. Maybe tomorrow.
Hopeless change be contagious, but hope can be too. And there is no medicine to match it.
We were never taught how to give up hope, and this is why today we perish in gas chambers.
Farmers are professional hopers.
Hope is a healer.
implicit memory can change
profound resources of inherent wisdom and health are alive in us
Stand firm in your faith.
Jen represented hope; and hope, she instinctively knew, would always be shadowed with pain, just as her despair, now, in the niche behind the tapestry, was shadowed with something like opposite of pain--a numbed uncaring, an acceptance of the thrall of death, almost a fervent wish for it.
No holiness, no heaven.
Endurance is painful but perfect the soul with the spirit.
Singleness of purpose is the key to success.
A poet's promise gives readers permission - to hope for a better future.
Wait patiently but watch prayerfully.
We never know what we must endure.
Death of a beloved leaves a deep hole in our heart.
Begin each day with the blessings of a prayer.
Hopelessness can be contagious, but hope can be too. And there is no medicine to match it.
The depth at which we take in the preceding generations astonishes me. There is likely an epigenetic component to this as well as transmission through the internalizations that get passed down through the generations. Whole cultures are carried forward that way, so it makes sense that family legacies might be transmitted that way as well.
