Quotes About Hope

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.

When you pursue the impossible, you will achieve incredible things.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

Forsythia that I thought had been dozed into oblivion sprang up and misted the foundations with lemon icing I yearn for all winter.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

But I can't. Need is not quite belief.

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything." Anne Sexton, in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass (November 28, 1958)

Need is not quite belief.

I planned to suffer and I cannot.

I'm in pain because the day is ending and somehow I am never healing.

I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.

For God was as large as a sunlamp and laughed his heat at us and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole.

There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God gives milk and I have the pail

I am going to lose myself – or else, the chance is that poetry will save me.

Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They said you were immeasurably empty bu you are not. They said you were sick unto dying but they were wrong. You are winging like a school girl. You are not torn.

I say Live, Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift.

Someone brought me oranges in my despair but I could not eat a one

God shined his laughter down upon us like a giant heat lamp and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole

She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that was just a cot and built a life that was over an hour and built a castle where no one lives and built, in the end, a song to go with the ceremony.

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

But what I hope for from a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.