Quotes About Hope

All her life she has been told to believe, tried to believe, wanted to believe, that if a person suffers long enough, works hard enough, then she—like Ulysses washing up on the shore of the kingdom of brave Alcinous—will ultimately reach a better place. That through suffering we are redeemed. That by dying we live again. And maybe in the end that's the easier thing.

Go," says Volkheimer again. Werner looks at him a last time: his torn jacket and shovel jaw. The tenderness of his big hands. What you could be.

Maybe his body is giving up. If he does not eat, he understands, he will die. But when he does eat, he fells as if he will die.

Wherever her great-uncle is, could he have survived this? Could anyone? Has she?

Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered

The heart heals but never completely.

A light emerges, a light not kindled

Somewhere, someone is figuring out how to push back the hood of grief, but Marie-Laure cannot. Not yet.

tang in the back of his throat and he bites back tears. Each morning comes along and you assume it will be similar enough to the previous one—that you will be safe, that your family will be alive, that you will be together, that life will remain mostly as it was. Then a moment arrives and everything changes.

The despair doesn't last. Marie-Laure is too young and her father is too patient. There are, he assures her, no such things as curses. There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.

It is as if he has been drowning for as long as he can remember and somebody has fetched him up for air.

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every lost book, before it vanished forever, got down to one final copy somewhere, and how it made Hillary think about seeing a white rhinoceros in a zoo in Czechoslovakia once, how the sign said the rhino was one of the last twenty northern white rhinos in the world, the only one left in Europe

For a moment Zeno feels that he might be able to speak it into existence: if he says exactly the right words, right now, like a magic spell, it will happen.

These numbers, they're more than numbers. Do you understand?" "But we are the good guys. Aren't we, Uncle?" "I hope so. I hope we are.

Etienne," Marie-Laure whispers, "are you ever sorry that we came here? That I got dropped in your lap and you and Madame Manec had to look after me? Did you ever feel like I brought a curse into your life?" "Marie-Laure," he says without hesitation. He squeezes her hand with both of his. "You are the best thing that has ever come into my life.

She clutches the sack. West, she thinks, this is all she knows, west where the sun goes down, west across the Propontis, and her mind sends up visions of the blessed island of Scheria, and of the bright oil and soft bread of Urbino, and of Aethon's city in the clouds, each paradise blurring into the last. It does exist, Aethon-the-fish told the wizard inside the whale. Otherwise what's it all been for?

that the remedy to every woe is prayer

I'm only alive because I have not yet died.

Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them? When Russian prisoners are chained by threes and fours to fences while German privates tuck live grenades in their pockets and run?

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world.'

the remedy to every woe is prayer

We shall march onwards, Even if everything crashes down in pieces; For today the nation hears us, And tomorrow the world!