Category Archives: HOPE

“The error of one moment becomes the sorrow of a whole life” – Chinese

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“Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn’t coming back?”

― Jim Butcher, Storm Front

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You don’t need anything but hope. The kind of hope that flies on silent wings under a shining owl moon.

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Owls

Under the dark yews which shade them,
The owls are perched in rows,
Like so many strange gods,
Darting their red eyes. They meditate.

Without budging they will remain
Till that melancholy hour
When, pushing back the slanting sun,
Darkness will take up its abode.

Their attitude teaches the wise
That in this world one must fear
Movement and commotion;

Man, enraptured by a passing shadow,
Forever bears the punishment
Of having tried to change his place.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

http://fleursdumal.org/poem/156

“In his heart, hope—that indestructible weed of the human heart—had begun to bloom again.” ― Stephen King, The Stand

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But a weed is simply a plant that wants to grow where people want something else.  In blaming nature, people mistake the culprit.  Weeds are people’s idea, not nature’s.

http://www.quotegarden.com/weeds.html

people were surprised at my behaviour. I looked at no one, I failed to reply, I did not understand what was said to me: my old friends considered me touched by madness. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Source: people were surprised at my behaviour. I looked at no one, I failed to reply, I did not understand what was said to me: my old friends considered me touched by madness. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there are night owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business. [Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher

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“The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.”

― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Fall of Atlantis

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Look and see her how she sparkles, it’s the last unicorn I’m alive, I’m alive. Jimmy Webb.

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“Today it is said that the unicorn never existed. However, it is marvelously clear that when the unicorn was first described and centuries later when the tapestries were woven, everyone believed in unicorns.”
–Marianna Mayer, The Unicorn and the Lake

Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. Terry Pratchett

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

― T.S. Eliot

Be like a flower, give hope to the world! – Mehmet Murat ildan

DSCF5936And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.

(Barbara Kingsolver, “The Poisonwood Bible

FOTO – FRANGIPANIS AT THE BEACHSHACK IN URUNGA 2015

“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.” ― Edmond de Goncourt

LODGE

There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen.”

― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Five Orange Pips

foto – the lodge in bellingen 2014

War has no eyes ~ Swahili

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“I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”

― Robert A. Heinlein

 

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Hope (A Poem Dedicated To The Australian Prisoners Of War WWII) (Poetry)

by Prudence Wheeler, Star of the Sea College – Australia

Why do we dread the dawn,
If Hope is but a light.
If hope is but a comfort,
Take comfort in the night.

Hope is in the Summer birds,
In every breath they sing.
Hope vanishes as they flee,
as they spread their two free wings.

Hope is in our loved ones,
Or so we are told.
It is a chill when we are hot,
and warmth when we are cold.

But then I suddenly realise,
As I hear that morning call.
Hope here does not live in birds.
It does not live at all.

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0, lizard, if you ent’er the water you will become a crocodile.

As if one said to a man, " Yes, go on, you can do it," 
knowing well that he cannot. To egg him on.

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 March 1933

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The lizard, when it feels cold at night, says to itself 
" to-morrow I will find a smouldering tree to 
sleep in so that I shall be warm." Next day 
when it basks in the sun it forgets and does not 
do it ; the consequence is that it feels cold again 
next night.

http://archive.org/stream/hausaproverbs00merrrich/hausaproverbs00merrrich_djvu.txt

 

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone. It’s not warm when she’s away. Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And she’s always gone too long Anytime she goes away. Bill Withers

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I mohala no ka lehua i ke ke’ekehi ‘ia e ka ua.

Translation: The Lehua blossom unfolds when the rains tread on it.

Explanation: People respond better to gentle words than to scoldings.

http://www.k12.hi.us/~waianaeh/waianhi/olelo.html

Roosters’ tail feathers: pretty but always behind. Malagasy

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Más vale que digan “aquí corrió una gallina” y no “aquí murió un gallo”

It is preferable that people say “here fled a hen” rather than “here died a rooster”.

Better for people to conclude and say you are a coward than that they sing your praises over your dead body. 

See more at: http://www.spanish-learning-corner.com/mexican-sayings-animals.html#sthash.kn33W2Cc.dpuf

An animal will always look for a person’s intentions by looking them right in the eyes. H. Powers

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Fear less, hope more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more; And all good things are yours. ~Swedish proverb

Read more: http://www.gadel.info/2011/08/love-quotes-love-sayings-love-poems-and.html#ixzz2ph7WksAn

“Love conquers all,” Aphrodite promised.

“Love conquers all,” Aphrodite promised. “Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?”
“Didn’t they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?”
“Pfft. That’s not the point. Follow your heart.” 

― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

 

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“Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.’ Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. ‘Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.” 

― Robert Fanney

“If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.”

 

 

― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

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This poem by Grant Hervey was published in Australians Yet and Other Verses, 1913.]

Going Blind

Is this the end of every hope,
Of all the plans I made,
To shut mine eyes and sadly grope
Through life in gloom arrayed ?
No more to see the shining stars,
No more to see the sun ;
My cry goes up to Heaven’s bars :
“What have I done ?”

http://www.instituteofaustralianculture.com/going-blind-grant-hervey/

May your heart be as light as a song

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A Song of Hope

A Song of Hope by Oodgeroo (Kath Walker)

Oodgeroo (Kath Walker)

Look up, my people,
The dawn is breaking
The world is waking
To a bright new day
When none defame us
No restriction tame us
Nor colour shame us
Nor sneer dismay.

Now brood no more
On the years behind you
The hope assigned you
Shall the past replace
When a juster justice
Grown wise and stronger
Points the bone no longer
At a darker race.

So long we waited
Bound and frustrated
Till hat e be hated
And caste deposed
Now light shall guide us
No goal denied us
And all doors open
That long were closed.

See plain the promise
Dark freedom-lover!
Night's nearly over
And though long the climb
New rights will greet us
New mateship meet us
And joy complete us
In our new Dream Time.

To our fathers' fathers
The paid, the sorrow;
To our children's children
the glad tomorrow.

Read more: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/a-song-of-hope#ixzz2mOuKquMO

Double – minded men cannot handle affairs.

http://mmdelrosario.hubpages.com/hub/sayings-and-proverbs-from-tibet

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“You see, we cannot draw lines and compartments and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.’ He paused, considering what he had just said. ‘Yes’, he repeated. ‘In the end, it’s all a question of balance.” 

― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

The river may be wide, but it can be crossed

 

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Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, 

rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into the mountain’s belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself. — (Harry Middleton,On the Spine of Time or Rivers of Memory)

 

http://www.africarm.org/crossing-the-river-689/

http://www.rivers.gov/quotations.php