Gloria Gaither Quotes

Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory.

The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Hard times may have held you down, but they will not last forever. When all is said and done, you will be increased.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

Don't be daunted. Just do your job. Continue to show up for your piece of it, whatever that might be. If your job is to dance, do your dance. If the divine, cockeyed genius assigned to your case decides to let some sort of wonderment be glimpsed, for just one moment through your efforts, then 'Ole!' And if not, do your dance anyhow. And 'Ole!' to you, nonetheless. I believe this and I feel that we must teach it. 'Ole!' to you, nonetheless, just for having the sheer human love and stubbornness to keep showing up.

Never give up, no matter what.

From behind the shadow of the still small voice — more awful than tempest or earthquake — more sure and persistent than day and night — is always sounding full of hope and strength to the weariest of us all, Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another--that is surely the basic instinct. Baser even than hate, the thing with teeth, which can be stilled with a tone of voice or stunned by beauty. If the whole world of the living has to turn on the single point of remaining alive, that pointed endurance is the poetry of hope. The thing with feathers.

The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand

To lose patience is to lose the battle.

Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

Persistent people are able to visualize the idea of light at the end of the tunnel when others can't see it

Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

Human vitality is so exuberant that in the sorriest desert it still finds a pretext for glowing and trembling.

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

Hope is critical to both faith and charity. When disobedience, disappointment, and procrastination erode faith, hope is there to uphold our faith. When frustration and impatience challenge charity, hope braces our resolve and urges us to care for our fellowmen even without expectation of reward. The brighter our hope, the greater our faith. The stronger our hope, the purer our charity.

Never give up. In the end it'll all be worth it.

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

When hope makes friends With patience, Hope will be able To live indefinitely.