Quotes About Hope

I asked for so little from life and life denied me even that.

Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it is nothing and wants nothing.

O homem é do tamanho do seu sonho

Every gesture is a dead dream.

With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make-believe they're happy.

Some people have big dreams in life which they never fulfill. Others don't have any dreams in life, and they don't fulfill those either.

Pedras no caminho? Eu guardo todas. Um dia vou construir um castelo.

His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it's perfectly useless to hope.

Dusk shrouds the long and useless day. Even the hope it denied us crumbles To nothing . . . Life is a drunken beggar Holding out his hand to his own shadow.

I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't want to be something. But I have in me all the dreams of the world.

Afinal, se coisas boas se vão é para que coisas melhores possam vir. Esqueça o passado, desapego é o segredo!

The only way to survive in this world is by keeping alive our dream, without ever fulfilling it, since the fulfilment never measures up to what we imagine.

Calm because I'm unknown, And myself because I'm calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them. For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.

I'll always be the one who waited for a door to open in a wall without doors

A vida é um hospital Onde quase tudo falta. Por isso ninguém te cura E morrer é que é ter alta.

Some say that without hope life is impossible, others that with hope it's empty. For me, since I've stopped hoping or not hoping, life is simply an external picture that includes me and that I look at, like a show without a plot, made only to please the eyes – an incoherent dance, a rustling of leaves in the wind, clouds in which the sunlight changes colour, ancient streets that wind every which way around the city.

Algunos tienen en la vida un gran sueño y faltan a ese sueño. Otros no tienen en la vida sueño alguno, y a ese faltan también.

Quando eu morrer, filhinho, Seja eu a criança, o mais pequeno. Pega-me tu ao colo E leva-me para dentro da tua casa. Despe o meu ser cansado e humano E deita-me na tua cama. E conta-me histórias, caso eu acorde, Para eu tornar a adormecer. E dá-me sonhos teus para eu brincar Até que nasça qualquer dia Que tu sabes qual é.   Esta

Acabaram-de de arder, meu amor, na lareira da nossa vida, as achas dos nossos sonhos... Desenganemo-nos da esperança, porque trai, do amor, porque cansa, da vida, porque farta e não sacia, e até da morte, porque traz mais do que se quer e menos do que se espera.

Desapegar-se, é renovar votos de esperança de si mesmo, É dar-se uma nova oportunidade de construir uma nova história melhor. Liberte-se de tudo aquilo que não tem te feito bem, daquilo que já não tem nenhum valor, e siga, siga novos rumos, desvende novos mundos.

How little hope ever attains! – Fernando Pessoa, from "The Scaffold," A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 2006)

Love is a mysticism that wants to be materialized, an impossibility that our dreams always insist must be possible.

Vi-te a dizer um adeus A alguém que se despedia, E quase implorei dos céus Que eu partisse qualquer dia.

Nunca chegar implica não chegar nunca