Quotes About Hope

If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve.

no one really believes in the future, do they? It's like believing in your own death. You can't do it.

As she began to draw the outer edge of her cheek, she realized she had the look of a person who was waiting. Not impatient, not tortured, not frustrated. Just waiting. What was she waiting for? (...) She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

I love you. I love him...I think you would love each other. But that math has failed me before.

My dad was giving me a kind of pep talk and my mom had a smile on her face, but she just looked like she wanted to cry. She's looking at this little girl holding a stuffed animal on her way to deliver a baby. I can't even begin to imagine.

Sometimes we pray for help in accepting what comes our way. That takes a bit of magic, too -George

She took the first tentative, terrifying, exhilarating steps into her future.

Darling, the psalm tells us that we must walk through the valley. we cannot walk around it, I'm afraid.

He liked the right before part of things, when it was impossible to be disappointed.

Birthdays of a child who has died are strange events.

As a teenager, I would sit at the top of the stairs, staring out the tiny window there. I could see the rooftops of three of my aunt's houses. I could see a distant water tank. On a clear day, I could see all the way to the next town. Someday, I would think, I'll even go beyond there.

Pop once said it's a good thing we don't know what's around the corner. I didn't understand what he meant then, but I do now. It's better to wish than to know.

Ann M. Martin

Ann M. Martin

He loves me, he loves me not

Ann M. Martin

But when Danielle thinks of the future, she thinks of fifth grade, maybe sixth grade. She wishes to be able to graduate from Stoneybrook Elementary. When Kendra thinks of the future, she thinks of college, of being an adult, of becoming a writer. Kendra has a future. Danielle has a future, too, of course, but hers is much more uncertain.

At this point I was just hoping he wasn't going to be scarred for life.

Please get better, Danielle.

All I wanted was something normal, a day like last Tuesday when Mimi was still alive, which was less than a week ago. I wanted to walk to Stoneybrook Middle School with Mary Anne, open the side door, which we sometimes use because it's close to my locker, saunter through the halls, look for the other club members or maybe for Dorrie Wallingford or Ashley Wyeth or some other friend, and hope that a boy would notice my outfit and smile at me.

And I knew it would.

Only time will tell.

Deb Cooper was missing.

Despite the beauty of our world and the scope of human accomplishment, it is hard not to worry that the forces of chaos will triumph—not merely in the end but in every moment.