Quotes About Hope

You earn your future, Malta Vestrit.' The bead-maker cocked her head at her. 'What does tomorrow owe you?' 'Tomorrow owes me?' Malta repeated in confusion. 'Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that.' Amber looked out to sea again. 'And no less. Sometimes folk wish tomorrow did not pay them off so completely.

One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.

You poison today's ease, reaching always for tomorrow.

I tried a last time. "When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—

You have no idea what that would do to my life," I pleaded quietly. "No. I don't," he admitted easily, but with growing outrage. "And neither do you. You go around making these monumental decisions about what other people should know or not know about their own lives. But you don't really have any more idea how it will turn out than I do! You just do what you think is safest and then crawl around hoping no one will find out and blame you later if things go wrong!

She could change. She wasn't chained to her past. She could become someone who wasn't merely a product of what others had done to her. It wasn't too late.

There he remained, not leaning on the railing but standing straight beside her. He looked far ahead to a distant horizon. To a future he had been promised that now seemed far further than days or distance could make it.

It could all happen again, and I could not stop it. I think I grasped then, fleetingly, the passion that powered the Fool. He believed in the terrible strength of the White Prophet and the Catalyst, to shoulder the future from the rut of the present and into some better pathway. He believed that some act of ours could prevent others from repeating the mistakes of the past

Few things appeal so much to the heart of a man as a fresh start.

Silly me. To think there was such a thing as a safe place in the world.

What sort of person would cling to the hope that someone else would return to give meaning to her life? What sort of quivering parasite needed someone else to validate her existence?

Hope, dashed too often, becomes the enemy. I heard her words and they did not make my heart leap with gladness. Instead I felt hot anger.

Amazing what folk will take comfort in when there's nothing else to hold on to.

I won't watch you die. I don't intend to die. Does anyone?

If we end here, then I meet the end with you. As you ended with me. How is the hunting where you are? It will be better with you. I'm coming to you, my brother.

Were there not times when death would have been easier and less painful than life?" His words were shards of ice in my belly, but I am nothing if not stubborn. "Well. And when is that ever not true?

A fierce resolve that we would not lose what we had now to what we could not have tomorrow.

I closed the door softly behind him and then stood leaning against it as if I could hold the future out.

When one has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first

Hay un punto muerto en la noche, la hora más negra y fría, cuando el mundo se ha olvidado del atardecer y el alba no es todavía ninguna promesa. Un momento en que es demasiado pronto para levantarse, pero tan tarde que irse a la cama no tiene sentido.

We walk when no

That is both the danger and the hope of life. That each of us changes the world, every day.

I couldn't tell him it would come out right, because I wasn't sure it would. I couldn't tell him that I'd trust his judgment, because I didn't. Then Hap found the words for both of us. "I love you, Tom. I'll keep trying." I sighed in relief. "Me, too. I love you, and I'll keep trying.

I've thought of ending my life, Fool. I admit it. But always, no matter the damage to it, the body tries to go on. And if it manages to, then the mind follows it.