Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Take courage; pain's extremity soon ends.

Theirs is the banner in my hand. And I wish I had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope. For the battle they lost can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men. ~Equality 7-2521 (as Prometheus), pgs 103-104

Come! Poor little heart! Be cheery and brave. We'll be a great deal to one another, if we are thrown off and left desolate.

Faced with destruction, the Jewish people survived.

Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this.

And if you don't believe the sun will rise, stand alone and greet the coming night in the last remaining light.

We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure

I have watched men suffer the anguish of imprisonment, defy appalling human cruelty... break for a moment, then recover inhuman strength to defy their enemies once more.

For anyone worn down, The Impossible Will Take a Little While is a bracing double cappuccino.

Keep holding on, cause you know we'll make it through. We'll make it through. Just stay strong, cause you know I'm here for you. I'm here for you. There's nothing you could say. Nothing you could do. There's no other way when it comes to the truth, but keep holding on, cause you know we'll make it through.

Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.

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

Hope? Hope is not the absence of tragedy, my friend. It is the conviction that tragedy can be endured. Hope is the spark in you that is not subdued in the face of the vast and callous indifference of the universe. Hope is that which is not shattered by hardship. Hope is the urge to fight what is wrong even when you know it will destroy you. Hope is the decision to love and need someone knowing that they will one day die. For me to promise that there are no obstacles would be the cruelest lie I could possibly tell. That lie is not hope. Hope is the will which needs no lies.

...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

We live in this irreparably broken world, and I don't wish to deny reality, but the amazing thing to me is not that we refuse to relinquish hope as a species. The amazing thing is that we're right to hold on to hope. The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy. ... Obviously not all stories end happily. We don't always have good fortune, but hope gives us, as a species and as individuals, what we otherwise wouldn't have: A chance.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

Bravery and courage is walking into pain and knowing that something better is on the other side

Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn't give up, Ben; she's still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her. She's a father working while cancer eats away his insides, to bring home one more pay check. She's a twelve-year-old trying to mother her brothers and sisters because mama had to go to Heaven. She's a switchboard operator sticking to her post while smoke chokes her and fire cuts off her escape. She's all the unsung heroes who couldn't make it but never quit.

Humanity is a natural foil for inhumanity, and humanity is what will ultimately keep us going when all else has failed.

To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.