Quotes About Hope

O gözler baÅŸar?, mutluluk, doyum isteÄŸi, zafer beklentisiyle bakan gözlerdi, bunlar sadece gelecekte olan ÅŸeylerdir, en iyisi hiç beklememek çünkü hiçbir zaman gelmez beklenenler.

The Lord's Prayer? asked the inspector. No, oh no, my mind went blank, said the Pápago, I prayed for my soul, I prayed to the Holy Mother, I begged the Holy Mother not to abandon me.

In other words: Allende's work is bad, but it's alive; it's anaemic, like a lot of Latin Americans, but it's alive. It won't live long, like many sick people, but for now it's alive. And there's always the possibility of a miracle.

That sense of time, ah, the diseased man's sense of time, what treasure hidden in a desert cave.

I hope you die, I said. I hope I die, he said, and then he said: I know I'm going to die.

We had contributed. So had his mother and all the other black mothers who wept at night and saw visions of the gates of hell when they should have been asleep.

Che è come dire, ragazzi, dissi, che vedevo gli sforzi e i sogni, tutti confusi nello stesso fallimento, e che quel fallimento si chiamava gioia. Ed. Adelphi, pag. 406

Soñé que nadie muere la víspera.

The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That's our fortune.

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

Una persona te acaricia, te hace bromas, es dulce contigo y luego nunca más te vuelve a hablar. ¿A qué te refieres, a la Tercera Guerra? La desconocida te ama y luego reconoce la situación matadero. Te besa y luego te dice que la vida consiste precisamente en seguir adelante, en asimilar los alimentos y buscar otros.

she knew he was a prisoner and wanted to escape, she knew that love, no matter how mistreated or mutilated, always left room for hope, and that hope was her plan

she knew he was a prisoner and wanted to escape, she knew that love, no matter how mistreated or mutilated, always left room for hope, and that hope was her plan (or the other way around), and that its materialization, its objectification

she knew he was a prisoner and wanted to escape, she knew that love, no matter how mistreated or mutilated, always left room for hope, and that hope was her plan (or the other way around)

Penso nos poetas mortos no potro de tortura, nos mortos de aids, de overdose, em todos os que acreditaram no paraíso latino-americano e morreram no inferno latino-americano.

in other words near the settlement of El Obelisco, which was neither a village nor exactly a suburb of Santa Teresa, but a way station for the poorest of the poor who came each day from the south, people who slept there at night and even died in hovels that they didn't think of as homes but as one more stop along the road to something different or at least a place where they would be fed.

Los caminos que recordaba luminosos están ahora cubiertos de sombras. Así que metí el freno, di la vuelta en medio de la carretera y volví a Z. Hasta que no me hube alejado lo suficiente evité mirar por el retrovisor. Lo perdido está perdido, digo yo, y hay que mirar hacia adelante...

When Espinoza was left alone (his flight was an hour later), his thoughts turned to Liz Norton and his real chances of wooing her. He imagined her and then he imagined himself, side by side, sharing an apartment in Madrid, going to the supermarket, both of them working in the German department. He imagined his office and her office, separated by a wall, and nights in Madrid next to her, eating with friends at good restaurants, and, back at home, an enormous bathtub, an enormous bed. •

Toate cartile din lume asteapta sa fie citite.

I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.

Hasta los jóvenes, que en teoría son la esperanza del cambio, se están convirtiendo en unos motos y en unos puteros. Esto no tiene arreglo, esto sólo se arregla con la revolución.

That's a pretty story,' said Afanasievna as she let go of Ansky's genitals. 'A pity I'm too old and have seen too much to believe it.' "It has nothing to do with belief,' said Ansky, 'it has to do with understanding, and then changing.

Nelle notti d'inverno, non ci sarà più la luce dello stralisco? – disse Ganuan, voltandosi a guardare il prato spento. – Però ci saranno le stelle, padre, – disse Madurer.

Yeah, great at the physical level level, but I still need more. Sorry. Maybe someday I'll accidentally fall in love with you after all, and we'll be right back here.