Quotes About Hope

I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.

We create the illusions we need to go on.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more...

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

All things are possible.

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father- The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl. He sounds bitter and sad. If the world will not forgive me, I say softly, I shall have to learn to forgive myself. He nods in understanding. And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry? I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you.

When I dream, I dream of him.

Sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.

There was such fear in the world. But love was everywhere if you looked. It was the best thing about humans. That they could stare into the abyss and still open up their hearts. A spit in the eye to fear.

Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it's gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged? The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. We're all damaged somehow.

No one can steal our dream.

The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air. It spins higher and higher, defying gravity and logic, stretching for something just out of reach. It shall have to fall, of course. Eventually. But for now, I hold my breath, willing it to keep going, taking comfort in its struggle.

Ahem. Dear Jesus, Taylor intoned more fervently. We just want to thank you for gettin' us here safe --- There was a loud, gurgling groan. Somebody shouted, Oh my gosh! Miss Delaware just died! --- for gettin some of us here safe, Taylor continued. And we pray that, as we are fine, upstandin', law-abidin' girls who represent the best of the best, you will protect us from harm and keep us safe until we are rescued and can tell our story to People magazine. Amen. - Beauty Queens

Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can, he says, and I pull him to me.

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?