Michael Cunningham Quotes

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

The flame is not out, but it is flickering.

Waiting is the hardest work of hope.

I'm older now but still running against the wind

In a lot of ways, certain things, it feels like they're never going to go away. The best thing to do is continue to ask questions, look that fear in the eye.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

I must endure & endure & still endure.

All crosses are easier to carry when we keep moving.

We fight to keep something alive rather than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

But I was still alive, and in my book, where there's life, there's hope.

Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.

Hope means to keep living amid desperation and to keep humming in the darkness.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

There been times when I thought I couldn't last for long But now I think I'm able to carry on It's been a long, been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished light is the worst. Light in his dreams, was always hope: the basic, moral hope. As the contacts break helically away, hope turns to darkness, and the glassblower wakes sharply tonight crying, "Who? Who?"

I think we are living in pretty scary times and people are looking for inspiration and are also more open to the spiritual possibilities.

So you mustn't be frightened, dear Mr. Kappus, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety - like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in the palm of its hand and will not let you fall.

In the absence of hope we must still struggle to survive, and so we do-by the skin of our teeth.

Life is an endless, truly endless struggle. There's no time when we're going to arrive at a plateau where the whole thing gets sorted. It's a struggle in the way every plant has to find it's own way to stand up straight. A lot of the time it's a failure. And yet it's not a failure if some enlightenment comes from it.

Waiting is far more difficult than doing.

I don't want to lose hope.