Taking a breath, I stepped into the line to find him standing right where I'd left him, smiling with his hand extended.

We actually have the authority to remind each other of the gospel and defy the darkness of living in a broken world by pointing to the light of Christ. We all need to have our bruised, papery hands...

Sometimes help comes from unexpected places.

It was a spring day, one of those that bring hope: full of gentle breezes and delicate aromas of heated earth.

For dreams that never die.

Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?

You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree, you could be the sun that never leaves the sky, this might be the happy ending without the ending, this might be a reason to try

He's telling Liesel's story to prove to himself that humans can be beautiful and selfless and worthwhile.

She clung desperately to the words that had saved her life.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

But I lived in that moment - my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed.

The poor blame hope, despite the adversities that weigh heavily on them.

It was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in a world with no future where, all too soon, the very words "justice,"...

- Why have I lived, Lucía? Before dying I have to find out why I am in this world. It's true what you say, I have been so numb for so long that I wouldn't know where to start living again....

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

Sing, all ye children of the West, for your king shall come again, and he shall dwell among you, all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in...

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land,...

It may be that there is no place for any of us. Except we know there is somewhere; and if we found it, but lived there only a moment, we could count ourselves blessed.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a lamp in the middle of the starry night, full of ecstasy in the middle of the universal...

Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that's like saying you can never change your fate. Isn't that true?

No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.

It gets darker and darker, and then Jesus is born. That line came back to me, from out of nowhere, and I decided to practice radical hope, hope in the face of not having a clue.

There was a time in Africa the people could fly. Mauma told me this one night when I was ten years old. She said, "Handful, your granny-mauma saw it for herself. She say they flew over trees and...

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the sou