Quotes about hope

It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues, yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous...I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope. But if hope should not fail, then I say to you, Gimli son of Glóin, that your hands shall flow with gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

'But where shall I find courage?' asked Frodo.

'Courage is found in unlikely places,' said Gildor. 'Be of good hope! Sleep now!'

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

There are always places to go further down. Life goes on. And second, if you just hang in there, someday they’re going to have to let you out.

Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart

Could have recovered greenness?

I gave to Hope a watch of mine; but he

An Anchor gave to me.

And now in age I bud again,

After so many deaths I live and write;

I once more smell the dew and rain,

And relish versing: O my only light,

It cannot be

That I am he

On whom thy tempests fell all night.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only escapes by transformation.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.