“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
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)
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.
If you tickle the earth with a hoe she laughs with a harvest. Douglas Jerrold
“Chaos exists only in the moment. But Fate knows all. Every action and reaction. Since everything is destined, nothing is random… Chaos is only an illusion.”
― B.C. Sirrom
“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
“She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.”
― Patricia Briggs, Cry Wolf
“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
“Don’t despair: despair suggests you are in total control and know what is coming. You don’t – surrender to events with hope.”
― Alain de Botton
“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
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.
As if one said to a man, " Yes, go on, you can do it,"
knowing well that he cannot. To egg him on.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 March 1933
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
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.
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
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. “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
“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
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile
This poem by Grant Hervey was published in Australians Yet and Other Verses, 1913.]
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 ?”
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
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
“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
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)