Charles Spurgeon Quotes

I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.

Ideally, I'm also sending a message that everything passes, even hope, and sometimes you have to be patient while you wait for it to come back around again.

No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again and bring the dawn.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

If you're still drawing breath, God's not done with you yet. Don't quit. Be brave and believe God is for you.

Never give up hope, spring will come.

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

No matter how difficult the situation is, it won't last forever. What follows the night is the day. What follows the winter is the spring.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.

Hope remains the highest reality, the age-old power.

We must have the faith that things will work out somehow, that God will make a way for us when there seems no way.

Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown.

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can.

Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way.

Never give up hope! Hope ultimately succeeds.

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?