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A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. |
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But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it (Romans 8:25). |
Carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment. |
Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying |