Peace is not the absence of war,but the presence of love and care.Peace is not the absence of agony,but the presence of joy of harmony.Peace is not the absence of poverty,but the presence of love for beauty.Peace is not the absence of intolerance. Peace is a way of life with joy of tolerance.
Let truth be told - women do as a rule live through such humiliations, and regain their spirits, and again look about them with an interested eye. While there's life there's hope is a connviction not so entirely unknown to the "betrayed" as some amiable theorists would have us believe.
My theory is that hope is a form of madness. A benevolent one, sure, but madness all the same. Like an irrational superstition--broken mirrors and so forth--hope's not based on any kind of logic, it's just unfettered optimism, grounded in nothing but faith in things beyond our control.
I don’t want to be in competition. I don’t want to compete for you. Because sometimes when you finally win something/someone. The value isn’t there anymore and it’s not as you imagine it to be. I don’t want to be disappointed. Earn me and I’ll work to earn you.
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In honor of Oprah Winfrey: Even greater than the ability to inspire others with hope is the power to motivate them to give as much to the lives of others as they would give to their own; and to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.
Peace is a way of life.Peace is a way of love.Peace is a heart’s forgiveness.Peace is a mind’s kindness.Peace is living in harmony.Peace is living with courtesy.Peace is living with trust.Peace is living with truth and trust.Peace is living with freeness.Peace is living with happiness.
The truth is that each of us fall short of loving unconditionally. We don't love others the way God loves us. Yet Jesus extended perfect love by living and dying for all of our sins. In spite of our failures, weaknesses, and selfishness, He sacrificed His own life so we could have eternal life.
Peace is in selfless caringPeace is in true understanding Peace is in undeserved kindnessPeace is in joyful forgiveness Peace is in innocent trustPeace is in becoming justPeace is in a dancing butterfly Peace is in a clear starry skyPeace is a child's loving kissPeace is a life's pure bliss
It's a wonder I'm even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can't believe I haven't killed myself. But there's something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there always is one, and that everything can change when it comes.
Tam Lin says rabbits give up when they're caught by coyotes [...]. He says they consent to die because their animals and can't understand hope. But humans are different. They fight against death no matter how bad things seem, and sometimes, even when everything's against them, they win.
Seen politically, systems follow one another, each consuming the previous one. They live on ever-bequeathed and ever-disappointed hope, which never entirely fades. Its spark is all that survives, as it eats its way along the blasting fuse. For this spark, history is merely an occasion, never a goal.
But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.
There are two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn't do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you could do something about wasn't what you'd originally wanted, it was still worth doing. A rainy day is better than no day. A small happiness can make a big sadness less sad.
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.
