Quotes About Hope

Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent...

extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

All the city was playing with this sound out there in the blue summer dark, throwing it up and calling it back, promising that, in a little while, life would be beautiful as a story, promising happiness – and by that promise giving it. It gave love hope in its own survival. It could do no more.

His voice promised that he would take care of her, and that a little later he would open up whole new worlds for her, unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities.

But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair.

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. He did not know that it was already behind him.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on YOU with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

the sense of futility of effort and the sense of the necessity to struggle.

My courage is faith—faith in the eternal resilience of me—that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity

Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness which I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I will ever find again.

Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….

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 - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... and one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning——

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—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.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Breathing dreams like air.

The thin tunes, holding lost times and future hopes in liaison, twisted upon the Valais night.

I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional. SHE:

Con el sol y la gran eclosión de las hojas que crecían en los árboles, tenía esa familiar convicción de que la vida comenzaba de nuevo con el verano

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.