Quotes about Hope

Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.

Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home. People in hell want ice water.

You'd think a man that had waited eighty some odd years on God to come into his life, well, you'd think he'd come. If he didnt you'd still have to figure that he knew what he was doin. I don't know what other description of God you could have. So what you end up with is that those he has spoke to are the ones that must of needed it the worst. That's not a easy thing to accept.

Do you remember that little boy, Papa? Yes. I remember him. Do you think he's all right that little boy? Oh yes. I think he's all right. Do you think he was lost? No. I don't think he was lost. I'm scared that he was lost. I think he's all right. But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find that little boy? Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

You have to carry the fire.

The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here.

When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness the frail blue shape of it looked like the pitch of some last venture at the edge of the world. Something all but unaccountable. And so it was.

Are you okay? he said. The boy nodded. Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find the little boy? Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind