Quotes About Hope

Wer suchet, der findet Anstößiges, auf das er insgeheim hofft.

perfectly happy momma goes out into the fields. she eavesdrops on herself, in case somewhere deep inside a melody rings out or a blackbird sings, but all that she hears, is only the cancer, which saws and eats away at her.

Seek and you shall find the repulsive things you secretly hope to find.

brigitte wants to have her future made. she cannot produce it herself.

she must wait, till someone takes her, but afterwards, and then let herself be taken, but only afterwards. because if, like you, she lets herself be taken before, then she can count herself lucky afterwards, if anyone takes her at all.

Most people are awaiting Virtual Reality; I'm awaiting virtuous reality.

The best things in life are unexpected — because there were no expectations.

The belief that the good in American society will finally win out... I don't believe any more.

One lives in the naïve notion that later there will be more room than in the entire past.

One lives in the naive notion that "later" there will be more room than in the entire past.

The prevalent fashion has been to proclaim the latest revolution as the herald of a new day, and the newest turbulence as the necessary and beneficent prelude to an epoch of orderliness and justice.

Look, if I were alone in the world, I would have the right to choose despair, solitude and self-fulfillment. But I am not alone.

Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.

Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.

Now, when I hear that Christians are getting together in order to defend the people of Israel, of course it brings joy to my heart. And it simply says, look, people have learned from history.

Memory feeds a culture, nourishes hope and makes a human, human.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

Everything you want right now, everything you want so passionately and think you'll never get—you will get it someday." I accidentally met her eyes, and it felt like she was talking to me. "Yes, you will get it," she said, looking right at me, "but by that time, you won't want it anymore. That's how it happens.

Everything you want right now, everything you want so passionately and think you'll never get--you will get it someday." I accidentally met her eyes, and it felt like she was talking to me. "Yes, you will get get it," she said, looking right at me, "but by that time, you won't want it anymore. That's how it happens.

Do you think it's going to rain?" I asked. "Yes. Why?" My heart quickened. "I don't know," I said. Then I realized I wanted it to rain because maybe Ivan and his family would come back to Budapest a day early and Ivan might call me. I knew there were a lot of flaws in this reasoning. But my body didn't know.

Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.

One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.

She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.

As surely as God sent us to earth, He has given us a return ticket.