Quotes about Hope

Soon I will sleep. What shall I dream of, my love? I will dream of you, of course. And I will dream for a place for us to be, a sanctuary where hearts will never break again. This is my dream, my heart. Never forget that there is no end to us, as there can be no end to love. Love must last forever, or why else would there be love? Until then, I will dream.

The sun will rise again. The only uncertainty is whether or not we will rise to greet it. Alan Christensen's diary

That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be

In the end, it is not by knowledge that we make our journeys but by hope and faith: hope that our walk will be worthy of our steps and faith that we are going somewhere. And only when we come to the end of our journeys do we truly understand that every step of the way we were walking on water.

There is one day that has brought me unspeakable pain, & the effects of that day continue to cover & erode my world like rust. I suspect that someday the rust will eat through the joists & posts of my life & I will topple, literally as well as figuratively.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, and dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

We can bemoan what we have lost, or we can be grateful to have been blessed with something to mourn.

What we fail to realize is that grace is more than our destination, it is the journey itself, manifested in each breath and with each step we take. Grace surrounds us, whirls about us like the wind, falls on us like rain. Grace sustains us on our journeys, no matter how perilous they may be and, make no mistake, they are all perilous. We need not hope for grace, we merely need to open our eyes to its abundance. Grace is all around us, not just in the hopeful future but in the miracle of now.

The price of love is the risk of losing it." I frowned. "Is it worth the risk?" "I've thought a lot about that. I still think the greatest hurt isn't to lose love, it's the regret of never having it. To have never felt love, that would be true tragedy.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

It is often during the worst of times that we see the best of humanity—awakening within the most ordinary of us that which is most sublime.

They tried to bury us. They just didn't know we were seeds.