Quotes about Hope

Skeptics always want miracles such as stepping down from the Cross, but never the greater miracle of forgiveness.

Say to yourself over and over again regardless of what happens: "God loves me!" And then add: "And I will try to love Him!

A tiny architect works inside the human heart drawing sketches of the ideal love from the people it sees, from the books it reads, from its hopes and daydreams, in the fond hope that the eye may one day see the ideal and the hand touch it. Life becomes satisfying the moment the dream is seen walking, and the person appears as the incarnation of all that one loved.

The melody of her life is played just as it was written. Mary was thought, conceived, and planned as the equal sign between ideal and history, thought and reality, hope and realization.

Love itself starts with the desire for something good.

There are two ways of knowing how good God is: one is never to lose Him, and the other is to lose Him and then to find Him.

Our blessed Lord was hopeful about humanity. He always saw men the way He originally designed them. He saw through the surface, grime, and dirt to the real man underneath. He never identified a person with sin. He saw sin as something alien and foreign which did not belong to man. Sin had mastered man but he could be freed from it to be his real self. Just as every mother sees her own image and likeness on her child's face, so God always saw the divine image and likeness beneath us.

The greatest poverty of all—the spiritual poverty of seeming abandonment by God.

It takes eternity to make a man despair.

Close to the Cross was the only Apostle present, John, whose face was like a cast moulded out of love; Magdalen was there too, like a broken flower, a wounded thing. But foremost among all-God pity her!-was His own mother. Mary, Magdalen, John; innocence, penitence, and priesthood; the three types of souls forever to be found beneath the Cross of Christ.

We grow weary, of course, but God is unwearied in giving us new strength.

Two world wars in twenty-one years, and the universal dread of nuclear incineration. This time God has given us John Paul II.