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HOPe quotes
Hope calculates its schemes for a long and durable life; presses forward to imaginary points of bliss; and grasps at impossibilities; and consequently very often ensnares men into beggary, ruin, and dishonor.
Hope is the most beneficial of all the affections, and doth much to the prolongation of life, if it be not too often frustrated; but entertaineth the fancy with an expectation of good.
Had mankind nothing to expect beyond the grave, their best faculties would be a torment to them; and the more considerate and virtuous they were, the greater concern and grief they would feel from the shortness of their prospects.
Before you give up hope, turn back and read the attacks that were made upon Lincoln.
Hope is the best part of our riches.—What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?
I live on hope, and that I think do all who come into this world.
Hope warps judgment in council, but quickens energy in action.
The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.
Auspicious hope, in thy sweet garden grow wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope; he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.
Hope is a prodigal young heir, and experience is his banker, but his drafts are seldom honored since there is often a heavy balance against him, because he draws largely on a small capital and is not yet in possession.
Hope—fortune's cheating lottery, where for one prize, a hundred blanks there be.
Hope—of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure; the captive's freedom, and the sick man s health, the lover's victory, and the beggar's wealth.
I have a knack of hoping, which is as good as an estate in reversion, if one can keep from the temptation of turning it into certainty, which may spoil all.
Hope writes the poetry of the boy, but memory that of the man. Man looks forward with smiles, but backward with sighs. Such is the wise providence of God. The cup of life is sweetness at the brim—the flavor is impaired as we drink deeper, and the dregs are made bitter that we may not struggle when it is taken from our lips.
This wonder we find in hope, that she is both a flatterer and a true friend.—How many would die did not hope sustain them; how many have died by hoping too much!
He that lives on hopes will die fasting.
A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, that even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage.
In all things it is better to hope than to despair.
The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.
Cling to the flying hours; and yet let one pure hope, one great desire, like song on dying lips be set—that ere we fall in scattered fire our hearts may lift the world's heart higher.
Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend; not the man for your banker, though he may do for a traveling companion.
Hope is the best possession.—None are completely wretched but those who are without hope, and few are reduced so low as that.
My country owes me nothing. It gave me, as it gives every boy and girl, a chance. It gave me schooling, independence of action, opportunity for service and honor. In no other land could a boy from a country village, without inheritance or influential friends, look forward with unbounded hope.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.
A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow, real poverty.
The man who lives only by hope will die with despair.
It is worth a thousand pounds a year to have the habit of looking on the bright side of things.
Hope is always liberal, and they that trust her promises make little scruple of reveling today on the profits of tomorrow.
It is necessary to hope, though hope should be always deluded; for hope itself is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadful than its extinction.
Whatever enlarges hope will also exalt courage.
Hope is the chief blessing of man; and that hope only is rational of which we are sensible that it cannot deceive us.
Where there is no hope, there can be no endeavor.
You cannot put a great hope into a small soul.
We speak of hope; but is not hope only a more gentle name for fear.
Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.
The world dares say no more for its device, than "while I live, I hope"; but the children of God can add by virtue of a living hope, "while I expire, I hope."
Hope proves a man deathless. It is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
Under the storm and the cloud today, and today the hard peril and pain—tomorrow the stone shall be rolled away, for the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Eternity is the divine treasure house, and hope is the window, by means of which mortals are permitted to see, as through a glass darkly, the things which God is preparing.
He that would undermine the foundations of our hope for eternity, seeks to beat down the column which supports the feebleness of humanity.
If the mere delay of hope deferred makes the heart sick, what will the death of hope—its final and total disappointment—despair, do to it?
The worldly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes—or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope is but the dream of those that wake.
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.
For present grief there is always a remedy; however much thou sufferest, hope; hope is the greatest happiness of man.
No affliction nor temptation, no guilt nor power of sin, no wounded spirit nor terrified conscience, should induce us to despair of help and comfort from God.
Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, and manage it against despairing thoughts.
Hope is a flatterer, but the most upright of all parasites; for she frequents the poor man's hut, as well as the palace of his superior.
Hope is life and life is hope.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
It was a Spring that never came, but we have lived enough to know what we have never had remains. It is the things we have that go.
The mighty hopes that make us men.
Hope is the only good that is common to all men; those who have nothing else possess hope still.
Hope is like the cork to the net, which keeps the soul from sinking in despair; and fear, like the lead to the net, which keeps it from floating in presumption.
The good man's hope is laid far—far beyond the sway of tempests, or the furious sweep of mortal desolation.
Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; joy has her tears, and transport has her death; hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong, man's heart at once inspirits and serenes, nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys.
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