Quotes About Hope

way, he had hoped he would not. His life would

This new Caleb was a replacement child. The couple had lost their first Caleb, a cheerful little Four.

Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it grow up Elsewhere, not knowing, ever, that in this community lived a being who looked exactly the same? For a moment, he felt a tiny, fluttering hope that he knew was quite foolish. He hoped that it would be Larissa, waiting. Larissa, the old woman he had bathed. He remembered her sparkling eyes, her soft voice, her low chuckle. Fiona had told him recently that Larissa had been released at a wonderful ceremony.

Some say it eases pain to lay a knife beneath the bed." "Is it true?" Alsy shrugged. "Likely not. But if the person thinks it, then the thinking eases the pain.

He knew that he had the remaining hours of night before they would be aware of his escape. So he rode hard, steadily, willing himself not to tire as the minutes and miles passed. There had been no time to receive the memories he and The Giver had counted on, of strength and courage. So he relied on what he had, and hoped it would be enough.

She had seen the cindered fragments of her childhood life whirl into the sky as well.

felt. Storm.

and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.

given. "Thank

Things could change, Gabe, Jonas went on. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colours. And grandparents he added

And he had taken Gabriel, too.

He relit the extinguished candle.

They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.

Jonas looked down through the dusk at the little head against his chest. Gabriel's curly hair was matted and filthy, and there were tearstains outlined in dirt on his pale cheeks. His eyes were closed. As Jonas watched, a snowflake drifted down and was caught briefly for a moment's sparkle in the tiny fluttering eyelashes.

Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories. You know about memories...Gabe, there could be love.

One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other. "I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise." "I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. Then they were gone

And the Bastard grant us... in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain's peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

Never underestimate the human capacity for wishful thinking and willful blindness,' said Miles. Such as a whole society of people who became so wrapped up in avoiding death, they forgot to be alive?

You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on. What do you find on the other side? When you go on? She shrugged. Your life again. What else?

For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.

T)he cadet was too young to believe in death after life.

It's never too late while you're breathing.