Quotes about Hope
Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals...
— Charles Dickens
there are quiet victories and struggles, great sacrifices of self, and noble acts of heroism, in it - even in many of its apparent lightnesses and contradictions - not the less difficult to achieve, because they have no earthly chronicle or audience - done every day in nooks and corners, and in little households, and in men's and women's hearts - any one of which might reconcile the sternest man to such a world, and fill him with belief and hope in it
— Charles Dickens
And I wondered when I peeped into one or two on the lower tiers, and saw the tied-up brown paper packets inside, whether the flower-seeds and bulbs ever wanted of a fine day to break out of those jails, and bloom.
— Charles Dickens
And from the death of each day's hope, another hope sprang up to live tomorrow.
— Charles Dickens
Ah, that 'if.' But it's of no use to despond. I can but do that, when I have tried everything and failed, and even then it won't serve me much.
— Charles Dickens
Scanty and insufficient suppers those, and innocent of meat, as if most other sauce to wretched bread. Yet, human fellowship infused some nourishment into the flinty viands, and struck some sparks of cheerfulness out of them. Fathers and mothers who had had their full share in the worst of the day, played gently with their meager children; and lovers, with such a word around then and before them, loved and hoped.
— Charles Dickens
I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death, that we might have hope and comfort here to-day. I think you were sent to me by Heaven.
— Charles Dickens
settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual
— Charles Dickens
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was
— Charles Dickens
Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven,
— Charles Dickens
I have an affection for the road ... formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.
— Charles Dickens
had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all
— Charles Dickens