Quotes About Hope

They do exist. You just have to believe me.

It was like I'd waited all my life to have something like this, and I knew even then, at the start, that it would be hard, so hard to lose. The big stuff always is.

perfect was just over the next hill, close enough to make out the landscape. And it wasn't a place he would just visit. He was going to live there.

please God I'm begging you.

But I was sure of something, too: it's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching, and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.

It was easier to just float along as if sleeping that whole first part of the year, going through the motions and staring like one of those ghostly dolls, waiting for something to wake me up.

Oh, ye of little faith," he said cheerfully. "I'm just getting started.

I closed my eyes and saw not the flat black of the dark but something else. Something brighter, closer to light, shining small but ever steady. More than enough to go on as a part of me pushed up and out, finally, to meet it there.

There was only what stretched out ahead, years full of new summers and promise, with all the time in the world left to start again.

You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget.

But really, in a perfect wedding-or world-you wanted the best possible beginning.

I'd spent so many months feeling like I was underwater, half in dreamland with those mermaids, hearing all the voices from up above. And since I'd been at Evergreen I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Good be- gets bad, something lost leads to found...

You would be surprised by the strength of a desperate man.

for once life is comfortable, there is nothing to fear, nothing to fight for. Which means in turn that there is nothing to look forward to.

All paradises fail. —Constance Waverly

You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else-- find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.

And I know we live in different worlds, and we're always really busy, but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you'll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me.

We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.

It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly.

We build model ships in bottles, whispering life into the toothpicks and wire; we make plans and blueprints for the one we hope is coming. And come they do. Fleets of vessels. Battleships and barges. They arrive on the horizon, flags to the sky.

No, I don't think poems will save us. And yet, and yet

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us — by taking everything.

The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.