Quotes About Hope

It's not that we had no heart or eyes for pain. We were all afraid. We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.

Auntie An-mei had cried before she left for China, thinking she would make her brother very rich and happy by communist standards. But when she got home, she cried to me that everyone had a palm out and she was the only one who left with an empty hand.

We feasted, we laughed, we played games, lost and won, we told the best stories. And each week, we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy. And that's how we came to call our little parties Joy Luck.

By my father's own handwritten definition: Faith is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen. It is the certainty that what we hope for is waiting for us even though we still cannot see it ahead of us.

Thank you, Little Queen. Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.

But she never looked back with regret. There were so many ways for things to get better.

But you can't stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.

as to our hopes, our dreams, our secret desires, we couldn't talk about those. They were to vague, too frightening, too important. And so they stayed inside us, growing like a cancer, a body eating away at itself. In retrospect I'm amazed how long our marriage lasted.

I once thought love was supposed to be nothing but bliss. I now know it is also worry and grief, hope and trust.

We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable

And later, I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control. i found out the most I could have was hope, and with that I was not denying any possibility, good or bad.

Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. You have to pay attention to what you lost. You have to undo the expectation.

What's the point?" I say. "There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying." "Because you must," she says. "This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

So we decided to hold parties and pretend each week had become the new year. Each week we could forget past wrongs done to us. We weren't allowed to think a bad thought. We feasted, we laughed, we played games, lost and won, we told the best stories. And each week, we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy.

when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.

No es que fuéramos unas desalmadas insensibles al dolor. Todas estábamos atemorizadas, todas teníamos que sobrellevar nuestras desgracias, pero desesperar era tanto como desear algo que ya estaba perdido o prolongar lo que ya era de por sí insoportable.

Pero no puedes permanecer en la oscuridad durante mucho tiempo. Algo dentro de ti empieza a desvanecerse y entonces te vuelves como una persona hambrienta, desesperadamente ansiosa de luz.

I felt as if I were running in a labyrinth, chasing after something I could not see yet knew was important. I sensed it was just ahead, and then it would go around a corner, and I would be lost. I would have to decide what to do next, where to go, and what I needed to get out of that confusing place. If I stopped running and stood still, I would be accepting that what I had was all I would ever have. And then I would no longer be lost, because there would be nowhere else to go.

Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worst possible thing.

My father put his life in God's hands, and he encouraged us, his children, to believe that if we had absolute faith, God would take care of the rest. Miracles would happen.

We're not gonna know who we are as people until we've faced crises or loss, or when we have inexhaustible hope. Why do we hope? Why don't we give up? Who gives up?

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking. "I

As a precaution, Ruth had also gnawed over the worst possibilities—brain tumor, Alzheimer's, stroke—believing this would ensure that it was not these things. History had always proven that she worried for nothing.

I know what to avoid, what to worry about. I'm like those kids who live with gunfire going off around them. I don't want pain. I don't want to die. I don't want to see other people around me die. But I don't have anything left inside me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.