Quotes About Hope

Keep saying Dear God, dear God. There may still be suffering - but keep touching those people, Lucia, and He won't let you suffer alone.

But I never forgot Florence. And now, my wife has passed away, and I wondered if it was possible that Florence still remembered me as I remember her.

She nodded, hoping he was right and her jagged edges would smooth and that being beaten up by life could turn out well. "It's

When you're living your life in endurance mode, you don't expect anything good to happen. I'm not saying that you don't dream about some miracle that would change everything for the better. But you pretty much know it's only a fantasy, and that you have no real control over anything.

Fear is a survival response. Fear makes us run, it makes us leap, it can make us act superhuman. But we need somewhere to run to. Without that, the fear is only paralyzing. So the real trick, the only hope, really, is to allow the terror of an unlivable future to be balanced and soothed by the prospect of building something much better than many of us have previously dared hope.

Politics hates a vacuum. If it isn't filled with hope, someone will fill it with fear

cambiar de rumbo puede salvar vidas a una escala

There's no kindness in offering false hope.

Two lords and an archduke had asked her to marry them, and so, she wrote to me in outrage, had Solya. Can you imagine? I told him I thought he was a lunatic, and he said he would live in hope. Alosha laughed for ten minutes without stopping except to cough when I told her . . .

For a moment... I might have been the daughter she'd hoped for...she might have been my teacher and my guide...We might never have been enemies at all.

But hope is good strong drink, especially when you can get someone else to buy it for you.

could have devoured the rest of the valley overnight. But a tree isn't a woman; it doesn't bear a single seed. It scatters as many of them as it can, and hopes for some of them to grow.

I think everyone else felt as I did, secretly and irrationally, that if we could only succeed, if we could only destroy the whole place, we could save ourselves from ever having been in here.

Once we're out of the Wood . . ., I said, but my voice died in my throat. I felt odd and sick. Did you ever get out of the Wood, if you'd been in it for twenty years?

the same kind of calm as going through a crying jag and coming out the other side, where you know nothing's changed and it's all still horrible but you can't cry forever, so there's nothing to do but go on.

I wasn't alone anymore. They were saving me, and I was going to save them. It felt more like magic than magic.

They were all delightedly hoping to give me exactly the post-Scholomance life I'd dreamed of for years. The bastards.

I hadn't any business agreeing to be with someone who told me in all sincerity that I was his only hope of happiness in the world, at least not until he'd sorted his own head out and diversified.

I looked at Lukas. He did not look very pleased, but he did not look very sad either. He was only giving me a considering eye. I was a pig at the market he had decided to buy. He was hoping I fattened up well and gave him many piglets before it was time to make bacon.

I'm glad you and Chloe have become friends," in an alarmingly hopeful way that was very clearly only one unfortunate literature assignment away from turning into come live with me and be my love, optionally etched onto metal with little hearts around it.

But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.

Small hopes were riches to those who until lately had none, and were to be pursued by every means at hand.

But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at one, I would do nothing forever.

each one of them was a story whose unhappy ending hadn't been written yet, and in its place I'd inscribed one line with my own hand: And then they graduated from the Scholomance.