Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.
To hope is a long run but hopelessness is wrongdoing to your soul.
Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.
Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It’s time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love.
Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.
And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.
Life is must be filled with endless hope.
Without hope we fail to exist.
Hope is oxygen to the soul, and God is the oxygen of hope.
You must have hope in a better future and have faith in this hope. But then you must forget your hope and focus on this moment now.