Never deprive someone of hope - it may be all they have. -Unknown.

Never deprive someone of hope - it may be all they have. -Unknown.

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.

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.

Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man

Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For read more

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes

If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes

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.

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

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