Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of read more

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

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness. -Alfred Bernhard Nobel.

Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness. -Alfred Bernhard Nobel.

With life many things are remedied.
(While there's life there's hope.)
[Sp., Con la vida muchas cosas read more

With life many things are remedied.
(While there's life there's hope.)
[Sp., Con la vida muchas cosas se remedian.]

To the sick, while there is life there is hope.
[Sp., Aegroto dum anima est, spes est.]

To the sick, while there is life there is hope.
[Sp., Aegroto dum anima est, spes est.]

Hope is a waking dream.

Hope is a waking dream.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There read more

When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Sara Paddison, The Hidden Power of the Heart Hope is a higher heart frequency, and as you begin to re-connect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. Listening to the still small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Benjamin Franklin, preface, Poor Richard's Almanac, 1758 He that lives upon hope will die fasting. -Sara Paddison.

But thou, O hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whisper'd promised read more

But thou, O hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whisper'd promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!