Quotes about Hope

Most of the time when we got a tough row to plow, the Good Lord makes us fall a little short and puts another mule in the pasture. You don't never know whether you're the blind mule or the deaf mule, but you're always one or the other.

Sometimes you need that soft place to fall. That's your family, your faith. The stuff that doesn't change when everything else does.

We can never really know, except in hindsight, how prayers will be answered.

Find the beautiful things, little brother. Every time you mourn for me, I'll be far away. But when you celebrate, I'll be right there with you, dancing.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean.

The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope.

No doubt they will." May turns to me with purpose, stretches intimately close as if she plans to impart a secret. "A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.

There are no bad men. Just the lost looking to be found, sister.

The Lord has afforded breath for another day. The situation could be worse. They'd

want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not one that goes on forever and cuts all the way to the bone.

That's how the grievin' becomes after a time. You've tossed off the black blanket, but scraps of it fall on you unexpected, your life always a quilt with a dark patch or two. The Good Lord uses those to show off the bright colors, I think.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending.