HopeIt started out as snow, oh, big flakesfloating softly, catching on my sweater, lacy on the edges of my sleeves. Snow covered the dust, softened thefences, soothe the parched lipsof the land. And then it changedhalfway between snow and rain, sleet, glazing the earth. Until at lastit slipped into rain, light as mist. It was the kindest kind of rainthat fell. Soft and then a little heavier, helping alongwhat had already falleninto the hard-panearthuntil itrained, steady as a good friendwho walks beside you, not getting in your way, staying with you through a hard time. And because the rain came so patient and slow at first, and built up strength as the earthremembered how to yield, instead of washing off, the water slid in, into the dying groundand softened its stubborn pride, and eased it back toward life. . Karen Hesse
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
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Tom Bodett
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
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Anonymous
If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him...
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Paulo Coelho
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
To love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you've held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit...
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Ellen Bass
More Quotes By Karen Hesse
The way I see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. Hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.
I turn my back on him as he goes, and settle myself in the parlor, and touch Ma's piano. My fingers leave sighsin the dust.
I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.
When I rode the train west, I went looking for something, but I didn't see anything wonderful. I didn't see anything better than what I already had. Home.
HopeIt started out as snow, oh, big flakesfloating softly, catching on my sweater, lacy on the edges of my sleeves. Snow covered the dust, softened thefences, soothe the parched lipsof the land. And then it changedhalfway between snow and rain, sleet, glazing the earth. Until...
