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And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land.
Martin Luther King Jr.1929–1968“I’ve Been to the Mountaintop”, Mason Temple, Memphis (3 April 1968)
- Faith
How long? Not long, because the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
Martin Luther King Jr.1929–1968“How Long, Not Long”, speech at the Alabama State Capitol, Montgomery (25 March 1965); the image is the abolitionist Theodore Parker’s, from a sermon of 1853
- Justice
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert F. Kennedy1925–1968Day of Affirmation Address, University of Cape Town (6 June 1966)
- Courage
- Justice
For me, a few hours ago, this campaign came to an end. For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
Ted Kennedy1932–2009Address to the Democratic National Convention, New York (12 August 1980)
- Politics
And you have to give them hope. Hope for a better world, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better place to come to if the pressures at home are too great. Hope that all will be all right.
Harvey Milk1930–1978His stump “Hope Speech”, in the version quoted in Randy Shilts, The Mayor of Castro Street (1982), p. 363
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Jesus7 BC–AD 30The Sermon on the Mount
- Life & Death
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair
Charles Dickens1812–1870A Tale of Two Cities (1859), Book the First: Recalled to Life, Chapter IIn context
- History
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.
Charles Dickens1812–1870A Tale of Two Cities (1859), Book the Third: The Track of a Storm, Chapter XVIn context
- Freedom
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Charles Dickens1812–1870Great Expectations (1861), Chapter LIXIn context
- Love
If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new.
George Eliot1819–1880Middlemarch (1871–1872), Book VI: The Widow and the Wife, Chapter LVIn context
- Youth
But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Herman Melville1819–1891Moby-Dick (1851), Chapter VIIIn context
- Faith
“I wouldn’t ask too much of her,” I ventured. “You can’t repeat the past.”
“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!”
F. Scott Fitzgerald1896–1940The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter VIIn context
- Time
He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
F. Scott Fitzgerald1896–1940The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter VIIIIn context
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter⁠—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further … And one fine morning —
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F. Scott Fitzgerald1896–1940The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter IXIn context
- Time
Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that to-morrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
L. M. Montgomery1874–1942Anne of Green Gables (1908), Chapter XXIIn context
- Failure