Quotes About Hope

In my mother's house there is still God. Act 1, Scene 1 ~ A Raisin in the Sun

Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come to know its spell, for long stretches and short, two times, maybe three, and then quite probably it would choose me never again.

After a childhood of hungering to be an adult, my hunger had passed. Unexpected fates had begun to catch my notice. These middle-aged women seemed very tired to me, as if hope had been wrung out of them and replaced with a deathly, walking sort of sleep.

John had dreamed so long and hard of this place that he had hoped it right out of existence. Probably no place in the world could withstand such an assault of human wishing.

This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.

While my scarcely controlled rage flew from my mouth in sentences I hoped would be, perhaps not then but perhaps later, like knives to her brain.

Surely that was why faith had been invented: to raise teenagers without dying. Although of course it was also why death was invented: to escape teenagers altogether.

I was Baptist and had always prayed, in a damp squint, for things not to happen. Sils was a Catholic, and so she prayed for things to happen, for things to come true. She prayed for love here and now. I prayed for no guns.

Una vida así requería una autoestima exagerada. Suponía tener cantidades excesivas de esperanza y desesperación, y ponerlas al tuntún, como países tercermundistas del continente de las emociones.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

Precancer?' she had repeated quietly, for she was a quiet woman. 'Isn't that... like life?

In a life where there is only the bearable and the unbearable, a sigh of relief is an ecstasy.

I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. It seems old, with too much makeup. I feel stuck, out of school, working odd jobs, like someone brooding, hat in hand in an anteroom, waiting for the future as if it were some hoop-skirted belle that must gather up its petticoats, float forward, and present itself to me.

Before Elijah could raise a nation from the dead, he raised just one dead child.

Seems to me it ain't the world that's so bad but what we're doing to it, and all I'm saying is: see what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. Love, baby - love. That's the secret.

The Bright Blessed Day, the Dark Sacred Night

What a wonderful world.

Learning that we are more than the voices that haunt us can provide hope and serve as a mean of changing our life. As the language of self-awareness is expanded and reinforced we learn that we are capable of choosing whether or not to follow the expectations of others and the mandates of our childhoods and cultures. Thus much of our suffering can be traced back to our stream of thoughts: the voices in our heads and the stories we tell about ourselves.

for the bird that cannot soar, God has provided low branches.