Quotes About Hope

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

I don't think anyone would think that an ellipsis represents doubt or anything. I think it's more, you know, hinting at the future. What lies ahead.

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...

Make your choices well, my mom had said. It was what she thought she hadn't done, what she hoped above everything I'd do differently. On the flip side, though, there was Clyde, telling me that there were second chances, even-and especially- when you've given up all hope of them. But maybe, when a life and summer was going so fast, you couldn't wait for fate to punch the time card. You had to do it yourself.

I could pretend otherwise, pushing it out of sight and hopefully out of mind. But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

It took a lot to have hope in this world where so little evidence of it existed. Maybe if nothing bad had ever happened, you didn't even consider those clouds and storms ahead. But for the rest of us, even the brightest sunshine carried a chance of rain.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times.

We can't be sad about it forever, you know? We've got to think back to the good times and just remember them; that's all we can do. We can't worry about the past or what happened at the end, any more. I can't and you can't.

I'd been caught up in some wild cyclone, like Dorothy throw into Oz, with not a good witch in sight to save me.

Listen,Kristy said, the truth is,nothing is guranteed. You know better than anybody. She looked at me hard,making sure I knew what she meant.I did.So don't be afraid.Be alive.

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn't already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

You don't know that. He made a face, doubting this. You don't. You have your whole life ahead of you. Maybe, he said. But even that's not long to be the person she deserves.

I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn"t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.

I turned and looked into the gas station, where Wes was now paying, as the man who'd driven us looked on. That's too bad, I said. It's okay, though, she assured me. Someday I'll show you an extraordinary boy, Macy. They do exist. You just have to believe me. Don't worry, I said. I do.

Was I sad about the way things stood, and did I wish, still, the spring and even this summer had gone differently? Yes. But the anger, somehow had been lifted, leaving behind a sense that I could deal with whatever came next for us, even if it was nothing at all. Which sounds bad, I knew. Having no expectations for some people in your life can be depressing, if not devastating. But with others, it's what is necessary. The hard part is not figuring out which one applies, but accepting it.

Maybe she said. I just wish we'd have a little mishap.It would be reassuring

Sure, there was no guarantee any of these things would actually happen as he envisioned. But maybe that wasn"t the point.It was the planning that counted, whether it ever came to fruition or not.

When you've never gotten love from someone, you dob't know what it might look like if it ever does appear.

She'd wanted so much for me: the moon and more. But maybe, right now, the moon was enough.

In that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

Please God, I'm begging you

Maybe it was a stupid exercise, and you couldn't grow things in winter. But there was something I liked about he idea of those seeds, buried so deep, having at least a chance to emerge. Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked so hard, all alone, to grow.