Category: Hope / Healing

Wednesday of Hope – Hope Is Unstoppable

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. ― Pablo Neruda

Wednesday of Hope – Living in Hope

The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. ― Barbara Kingsolver,… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Living in Hope”

Wednesday of Hope – An Orientation of the Soul

Hope is the deep orientation of the human soul that can be held at the darkest times. ― Václav Havel

Wednesday of Hope . . . . Waiting for Dawn

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. – Rabindranath Tagore

Wednesday of Hope . . . . It Just Makes Sense

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out. – I have seen this quote attributed to several people, but I believe it is by Vaclav Havel

Wednesday of Hope . . . . in Stillness

In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair. – Howard Thurman

Wednesday of Hope . . . . 9

Hope is not a feeling of certainty that everything ends well. Hope is just a feeling that life and work have a meaning. ― Václav Havel

Wednesday of Hope . . . . 8

It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old, for hope must not depend on feeling good and there is the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight. You also have withdrawn belief in the present reality of the future, which… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope . . . . 8”

Wednesday of Hope . . . . 7

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. – Anne Lamott

Wednesday of Hope . . . . 6

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, throwing clover. – Wendell Barry “February 2, 1968” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry