Quotes on Hope

Before you speak, ask yourself, is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve the silence?

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.

Tell me what you yearn for and I shall tell you who you are. We are what we reach for, the idealized image that drives our wandering.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

Unto him who is able to keep us from falling, and lift us from the dark to the bright mountain of hope, from the midnight of desperation to the daybreak of joy, to him be power and authority for ever and ever.

When fortune surprises us by giving us some great office without having gradually led us to expect it, or without having raised our hopes, it is well nigh impossible to occupy it well, and to appear worthy to fill it.

Avarice often produces opposite results: there are an infinite number of persons who sacrifice their property to doubtful and distant expectations; others mistake great future advantages for small present interests.

Man can be stimulated by hope or driven by fear, but the hope and the fear must be vivid and immediate if they are to be effective without producing weariness.

It is the curse of prosperity that it takes work away from us, and shuts that door to hope and health of spirit.

Hope and fear are inseparable.

In our sad condition our only consolation is the expectancy of another life. Here below all is incomprehensible.

The men whom I have seen succeed best in life always have been cheerful and hopeful men; who went about their business with a smile on their faces; and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men; facing rough and smooth alike as it came.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.

With high hope for the future, no prediction is ventured.

A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise.