Thornton Wilder Quotes

The suffering of the Bahamian people is nearly ended. A new day is coming. It is almost here.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

Bringing good news is imparting hope to one's fellow man. The idea of redemption is always good news, even if it means sacrifice or some difficult times.

There is and must be a remedy for all Evils.

Things are always better in the morning.

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

I'm singing these songs to inspire you, to keep you going, to lift you up and give you a reason to get up in the morning.

Life can be challenging and sad... but music is the easy part.

My sun sets to rise again.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

The city's contradictions and frailties drive me to the church. The church, in turn, binds my wounds and soothes my troubled heart, and sends me right back out into the city again.

When you sing gospel you have a feeling there is a cure for what's wrong.

Obama is the New Generation and the hot light of a dawn that goes way beyond clever talk of morning in America.

Where there's tea there's hope.

It is only for the sake of those without hope that hope is given to us.

Hope changes everything, doesn't it?

We came into a broken world. And we're the cleanup crew.

As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.

I want to use what God has done in my life to comfort me and to minister to people.

I don't know about the rest of the world, but America loves redemption. They love giving people second chances.

In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.

On tops of mountains, as everywhere to hopeful souls, it is always morning.

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

Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!