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.

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become read more

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

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.

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you read more

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human enough hope to make you happy.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse read more

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
That can, that can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.