All Quotes By Tag: Hope

“Hope is a verb with its shirtsleeves rolled up.”

“T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’We are not now that strength which in old daysMov’d earth and heaven, that which we are, we are:One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

“Sometimes when you least expect it, the tables turn and that scary feeling that has taken hold of you for so long somehow turns into hope”

“While the heart beats, hope lingers.”

“Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red.”

“She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.”

“I’m inspired by the people I meet in my travels–hearing their stories, seeing the hardships they overcome, their fundamental optimism and decency. I’m inspired by the love people have for their children. And I’m inspired by my own children, how full they make my heart. They make me want to work to make the world a little bit better. And they make me want to be a better man.”

“A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.”

“You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It’s a place for disappearing, you’d said, a place for getting lost… and for getting found.I’ll take you there, you’d said.And I could say that I agreed.”

“We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?”

“Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.”

“She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.”

“Hope is a force of nature. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

“What a lovely thing a rose is!”He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects. “There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

“Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.”