Quotes About Hope

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form...

Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine

love is the only thing we have to save us

Welcome Beauty, banish fear.

He might be faithless but I believe in him.

If you were sad about something that hadn't happened yet you couldn't be disappointed.

The world isn't necessarily going to explode. There will just be vast change. There is hope. It is in the rain forests, the healing plants from there, and in sex and the children who are being born. They have different strains of DNA. They aren't really humans. So they will make the difference.

It wasn't that shocking kind of feeling they both expected. More like a huge sigh of relief spreading through them. Like your cold, naked body falling into a soft, warm bed, under covers, into arms. The place that you knew you needed but you were afraid to even imagine for fear that it would never come.

But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the noises in my head will quiet down in the middle of all the other noises. Or maybe my cold and walls and noise will get worse.

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them.

I don't know about happily ever after...but I know about happily.

Your dad's dead. But you aren't, baby.

It is our nature to be more moved by hope than fear.

How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence'; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

He was increasingly doubtful of the existence of any God; but he hoped it was a vengeful one.

When people try to take their own lives, they often don't want to be brought back. When you catch them in time, as is this case, they have a second chance. But they have to want that chance. You see Mrs. Whitman, I have no idea why your daughter did this to herself, but she seems to have no will to live.

But he'd made the mistake of listening, just a little, to the seductive whispers of that rotten, misleading bastard called Hope.

With you, 'sometime' could be around the year 2000.

Oh, I'm sure he won't be for long

Yvonne had created this place for her and for others like her: born into the wrong life, the wrong body, an innocent victim of God's mistake.

That's the difficulty in these times: ideals, dreams, and cherished hopes rise within us, only to meet the horrible truth and be shattered.

Be patient. Life will give you what you need (to write your story).

Nothing fuels bravery more than the lack of the will to live.