Quotes About Hope

I hope you live a life you're proud of. And if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

I'm a cynical idealist.

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.

I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him. [- Nick Carroway]

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

Can't repeat the past? he cried incredulously. Why of course you can! He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

I used to build dreams about you.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

My courage is faith--faith in the eternal resilience of me--that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide--not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often--and the female hell is deadlier than the male.