Hope and Optimism

He who despairs over an event is a coward, but he who holds hope for the human condition is a fool.

In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.

Both optimists and pessimists contribute to society. The optimist invents the aeroplane, the pessimist the parachute.

My grandkids say, 'Reality Bites.' O.K., but it also challenges and rewards...I believe our best days are yet to come.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin

 

Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.

We, the rescued, Beg you: Show us your sun, but gradually. Lead us from star to star, step by step. Be gentle when you teach us to live again. 2

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

Human life begins on the far side of despair.

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

As long as some suffer The River Flows Forever As long as there is pain The River Flows Forever As strong as a smile can be The River will Flow Forever

Some alien blessing is on its way to us.

 

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! J. R. R.

A hush is over everything— / Silent as women wait for love, / The world is waiting for the spring.

When we lose one blessing, another is often, most unexpectedly, given in its place.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying Unbroken wings. And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices And the weak spirit quickens to rebel For the bent goldenrod and the lost sea smell.

Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend: sways God nearby: anguish comes to an end. Blossomed Sarah, and I blossom. Is that thing alive? I hear a famisht howl.

Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.

Good actions get good results in time.

He that lives in hope danceth without music.

I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.