Hope Quotes - Page 20

If you know what you want and persistently capture the thought, you will attract it to you.

Three essential keys (FAITH, HOPE and LOVE) will open the Heavens door.

It is strange... the reasons one feels he doesn't deserve things.

All that matters is me and this sweet boy who thinks I’m beautiful.

When I feel myself slipping to the darkness of my past, I’ll close my eyes and remember this. Remember Jackson.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

Saving You

The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes - a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.

Sometimes I see a flicker -
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he's gone again.

One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor on it and an hourglass, and the words In Hope.

In Hope. Why did they put that above a dead person? Was it the corpse hoping, or those still alive?

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.
Surely, while we live we are not lost.
Oh Janos, Janos my brother!
Surely we are not lost-while we live.

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are fluttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack
And leave your friends and go.
O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all.

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,
And field, and forest, as they were
Reflected in a single mind)
Like cast off clothes was left behind
In ashes, yet with hopes that she,
Re-born from holy poverty,
In lenten lands, hereafter may
Resume them on her Easter Day."

(Epitaph for Joy Gresham)

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.