Quotes About Hope

I can't let him go. I can't. There must be some way to bring him back. Oh, I can't think about this now! I'll go crazy if I do! I'll think about it tomorrow. But I must think about it. I must think about it. What is there to do? What is there that matters? Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all... tomorrow is another day!

It's a poor person and a poor nation that sits down and cries because life isn't precisely what they expected it to be.

So you could not love me? That is as I hoped. For while I like you immensely, I do not love you and it would be tragic indeed for you to suffer twice from unrequited love, wouldn't it, dear?

She is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality.

With the spirit of her people who would not know defeat, even when it stared them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get Rhett back. She knew she could. There had never been a man she couldn't get, once she set her mind upon him. "I'll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

All had suffered crushing misfortunes and had not been crushed. They had not been broken by the crash of empires, the machetes of revolting slaves, war, rebellion, proscription, confiscation. Malign fate had broken their necks, perhaps, but never their hearts. They had not whined, they had

Child, it's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen

Her love was still a young girl's adoration for a man she could not understand, a man who possessed all the qualities she did not own but which she admired. He was still a young girl's dream of the Perfect Knight and her dream asked no more than acknowledgment of his love, went no further than hopes of a kiss.

Don't holler—smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving. We had to be.

Dio mi è testimone che gli yankees non mi abbatteranno. Supererò questo; e quando sarà passato, non soffrirò mai più la fame. Né io né i miei. Dovessi rubare o uccidere...Dio mi è testimone che non soffrirò la fame mai più.

I won't think of it now. I can't stand it if I do. I'll think of it tomorrow at Tara. Tomorrow's another day.

Through the window, in the faint light of the rising moon, Tara stretched before her, negroes gone, acres desolate, barns ruined, like a body bleeding under her eyes, like her own body, slowly bleeding. This was the end of the road, quivering old age, sickness, hungry mouths, helpless hands plucking at her skirts. And at the end of this road, there was nothing—nothing but Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton, nineteen years old, a widow with a little child.

After all, to-morrow is another day.

Marriage was bad enough, but to be widowed-oh, then life was over forever!

Tomorrow is another day.

I am an optimist by nature and believe strongly that technology can be brought to bear to create alternatives, even in crisis situations.

If people were super-optimistic about technology there would be no reason to be pessimistic about the future.

The cancer doesn't bother me. I have great faith that the technology will beat it.

Technology works best when it facilitates human hope, activism, engagement & intervention.

The dove is my emblem.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

I just wanted one more day." More tears welled up in her eyes. "But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.

as long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

Now that the barn has burned down, I can see the moon. - Persian proverb