hopeful

It__ so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That__ why we need the arts. To sublimate our frustration and anger into something beautiful. Freud called sublimation a virtuous defence mechanism because it is in the arts that we can find our humanity.

The fog may seem thick but the sun will surely pierce through and brighten up the sky. Allow yourself to continue to rest on the wings of God's love and watch yourself learn to soar high.

I'm convinced my heart knew who it belonged to, long before I met her.

Walking through darkness with thoughts full of colors".

You must have hope in a better future and have faith in this hope. But then you must forget your hope and focus on this moment now.

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don__ lose sight of that.

My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.

Hope fuels your inspirations while doubts assault your aspirations!

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there__ still space for sweet things.

Hatred doesn__ need company. It stews in its own loneliness and can grow still. Love needs companions. Love alone is daunted. Love together is unbound and unrestricted.

Despite all of our incessant tinkering, we can__ manufacture the things we most desperately need. And if perchance we do, they will never be more than pathetically emaciated facsimiles that will leave us emaciated. And until we finally realize that we can only __ind_ these things, we will never sense any compulsion to __ind_ God.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.

Imagination belongs to hope. It__ the creative dance of possibility.

Hope is like sunshine, which is still there, shielded by cloudsHope is that light, which beckons to brighten our daysThe breezy buoyancy of hope stirs us to hold handsThe darkest of clouds disintegrate, says Mother Nature.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It__ a single request for something I dearly desire.

Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.

We measure time through a mental framework trussed with two major stakes: memory and expectation. Memory is that spottiness that takes place behind the eyes: memory takes place in the cloistered theater that houses diffused still pictures. We file mental pictures that encapsulate our prior life into mental shelves for a wayward librarian to cull through and forward select recollection to the recall center whenever summoned. Expectations arise from thoughtful consideration of our future prospects in life.