despair

Christmas Bells I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, swinging on its way, The world revolved from night to day A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to menl" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, "God is not dead; nor cloth He sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to menl"

What is called resignation is confirmed desperation . . . . A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.

Do not despair of life. Think of the fox, prowling in a winter night to satisfy his hunger. His race survives; I do not believe any of them ever committed suicide.

A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.

Do not despair of your life. You have force enough to overcome your obstacles.

When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

When a business firm attempts to mold its whole policy to meet the prices of its competitor that business is entering a labyrinth, the center of which is the chamber of despair. Highest quality never can be given nor obtained at the lowest prices. If a price must be sacrificed, quality must be sacrificed. If quality is sacrificed society is not truly served.

Those who have attained things worth having in this world have worked while others idled, have persevered when others gave up in despair, have practiced early in life the valuable habits of self-denial, industry, and singleness of purpose. As a result, they enjoy in later life the success so often erroneously attributed to good luck.

Oh, how lovely was the morning! Radiant beamed the sun above. Bees were humming, Sweet birds Singing, Music ringing through the grove. When within the shady woodland Joseph sought the God of love. Humbly kneeling, sweet appealing 'Twas the boy's first uttered prayer When the powers of sin assailing Filled his soul with deep despair; But undaunted still, he trusted In his heav'nly Father's care. Suddenly a light descended. Brighter far than noon-day sun, And a shining glorious pillar O'er him fell, around him shone. While appeared two heav'nly beings, God the Father and the Son. 'Joseph, this is my beloved; Hear Him!" Oh, how sweet the word! Joseph's humble prayer was answered, And he listened to the Lord. Oh, what rapture filled his bosom, For he saw the living God.

What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.