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.
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"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
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
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break. He who has health has hope; and he who has read more
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break. He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything. -Thomas Fuller.
The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal read more
The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops read more
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh,
it is a tree of life.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh,
it is a tree of life.
