Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?
Alfred de VignyHope is the last thing that dies.
Maybe because hope is one of those dratted things that is truly, honestly, genuinely immortal.
Mots clés hope immortality immortal
When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel.
It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful.
And sometimes it is enough.
Mots clés beauty hope moon lavender crescent
Is it folly to believe in something that is intangible? After all, some of the greatest intangibles are Love, Hope, and Wonder.
Another is Deity.
The choice to be a fool is yours.
Mots clés love belief god faith hope wonder deity folly intangible
What we have at the moment isn't as the old liturgies used to say, 'the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead,' but a vague and fuzzy optimism that somehow things may work out in the end.
N.T. WrightMots clés hope resurrection eschatology
...left to ourselves we lapse into a kind of collusion with entrophy, acquiescing in the general belief that things may be getting worse but that there's nothing much we can do about them. And we are wrong. Our task in the present...is to live as resurrection people in between Easter and the final day, with our Christian life, corporate and individual, in both worship and mission, as a sign of the first and a foretaste of the second.
N.T. WrightMots clés hope missions resurrection eschatology
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.
AnonymousMots clés life truth love inspiration god religion hope worship fire thankful reverence verse kingdom
In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger's act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.
Parker J. PalmerMots clés hope
It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she'd never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right.
Nicholas SparksAll of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.
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