Quotes About Hope

Often I walked in the neighboring forest of fir and pine, whose beauties, wonderful winter solitudes, seemed to protect me from the onset of despair. Ineffably kind voices spoke down to me from the trees: 'You must not come to the hard conclusion that everything in the world is hard, false, and wicked. But come often to us; the forest likes you. In its company you will find health and good spirits again, and entertain more lofty and beautiful thoughts.

The soul of the world had opened and I fantasized that everything wicked, distressing and painful was on the point of vanishing...all notion of the future paled and the past dissolved. In the glowing present, I myself glowed.

it's better to go into heaven limping than not at all.

But Danny never cursed the darkness that exists in this world. His answer was to let his light shine.

Praise offered in the night bears fruit in the day.

her problems shrank in the presence of the one who held the entire world in his hands.

A tragedy on earth might ultimately be revealed as a triumph in heaven.

May this not be a moment, but a movement.

Here, as with retribution, there is often a kind of symmetry: the more intense the stress and the more hopeless the situation, the more fabulous the coming times that are anticipated.

If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it, you just feel that before you die, you've got to try and get it right once. And hope that the experience you have makes up for the some of the diminishing energy.

My hope is that out of all the anger and seeming hostility that we hear in some of today's music will come some sort of coalition that will become politically involved.

El sueño del hombre nuevo se paga inevitablemente con el sufrimiento del hombre realmente existente.

Estoy muerto y quiero vivir. Esa es la verdad.

Y cómo te va? -Muy bien... La farmacia da setenta pesos diarios. En Pico no hay otro que conozca la Biblia como yo. Lo desafié al cura a una controversia y no quiso agarrar viaje. Erdosain miró repentinamente esperanzado a su extraño amigo. Luego le preguntó: -¿Jugás siempre? -Sí, y Jesús, por mi mucha inocencia, me ha revelado el secreto de la ruleta

La vita è bella

Los libros son finitos, los encuentros sexuales son finitos, pero el deseo de leer y de follar es infinito, sobrepasa nuestra propia muerte, nuestros miedos, nuestras esperanzas de paz.

Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost.

Which is to say, boys, that I saw our struggles and dreams all tangled up in the same failure, and that failure was called joy.

One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She's the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn't dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears.

I think of all those who believed in a Latin American paradise and died in a Latin American hell.

En aquel tiempo yo tenía veinte años y estaba loco. Había perdido un país pero había ganado un sueño. Y si tenía ese sueño lo demás no importaba.

I possessed only a book, which I carried in my small backpack. Suddenly, while I was walking, the book began to burn. Dawn was breaking and almost no cars passed. While throwing the charred backpack in an irrigation ditch I felt my back sting as though I had wings.

This is where the story should end, but life is not as kind as literature.

Suddenly drawing courage from nowhere, he decided he was not going to die. Now or never, he thought, and began to swim back up. It seemed to take forever to reach the surface and then he could hardly manage to keep himself afloat, but he did. That afternoon he learnt to swim without arms, like an eel or a snake. In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.