Quotes About Hope

You have been a good mother to your children, but now you must be an even better and stronger mother. Children are hope and joy. On land, you will be a mother. In the sea, you can be a grieving widow. Your tears will be added to the oceans of salty tears that wash in great waves across our planet. This I know. If you try to live, you can live on well.

Only through pain will you have beauty. Only through suffering will you find peace. I wrap, I bind, but you will have the reward.

When the string breaks while working, there is still the rope. When the oars wear out, there is still the tree, she recited. You feel you can't go on, but you will.

Sometimes you must experience heartache to have a treasured result.

To believe in dreams is to spend half your life asleep.

I imagined my first night alone in bed with my stranger. I conjured our future years together unhampered by worries about money or officialdom. We would enjoy the day, the night, a smile, a word, a kiss, a glance. All lovely thoughts. All pointless dreams.

I wonder if there was anything I could have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know that everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate. But if some things are fated and some people are luckier than others, then I also have to believe that I still haven't found my destiny.

Your tears will be added to the oceans of salty tears that wash in great waves across our planet. This I know. If you try to live, you can live on well.

Her laugh carries weariness and despair) All you can do is live. You don't have a choice. Life continues whether we want it to or not. The sun will rise despite our suffering.

After bracken is picked nine times, it will sprout again. The saying Fall down eight times, stand up nine reminds us of this and symbolizes the wish for the dead to pave the way for future generations

Deh-ja smiles happily. "Let it be a son. Let it be a son. Let it be a son.

Could love be strong enough to outlast death not once but three times?

Più a lungo dura la notte, più i sogni si fanno capricciosi.

All women on earth-and men too, for that matter-hope for the kind of love that transforms us, raises us up out of the everyday, and gives us the courage to survive our little deaths: the heartache of unfulfilled dreams, of career and personal disappointments, of broken love affairs.

BE KIND AND BENEVOLENT. MAKE A CASUAL STOP ON THE ENDLESS WAY TO THE FUTURE. and PUT ALL TROUBLES FROM YOUR MIND.

Every woman who goes into the sea carries a coffin on her back. In this world, in the undersea world, we tow the burdens of this hard life." Then I added a few words of my own. "Please be careful today and every day.

grief is not linear. It's not a slow progression forward toward healing, it's a zigzag, a terrible back-and-forth from devastated to okay until finally there are more okay patches and fewer devastated ones.

There was something eternal about loss, something endless. You could always lose the things you had, but you couldn't always get back the things you lost.

You can't squeeze blood from a stone. You can try, but you do all the bleeding.

Love, a promise delivered already broken.

I have started taking the pills and I pray that everyone is right, that I have been sabotaged by my own brain chemicals. And that the little blue pill is going to put things right again.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself. If the last few months have taught me anything, it's this: We don't have control, we have choices. The little ones, the big ones, these are the points on which our lives pitch and pivot. All we can do is make the best choices we can with what we know, and hope that things turn out the way we want.

All this time, she'd wondered how she could live knowing what darkness awaited. With Shawn, she realized all of it, light and dark, life and death, was one terrible, beautiful mingle, and that the whole point was to just live well, while you could.

Grief and trauma, I remind myself, are not linear experiences. There are good days and bad ones, hard dips into despair, moments of light and hope.