Quotes About Hope

A veces creemos que las personas décimos de lotería: que están ahí para hacer realidad nuestras ilusiones absurdas

Sõber, lausus ta viimaks. Ärge kaotage lootust. Kui ma olen siin näruses maailmas midagi õppinud, siis seda, et saatus ootab meid alati järgmise nurga taga. Ta võib võtta varga, lipaka või loteriipiletitega kaubitseja kuju - need on kolm tema lemmikkehastust. ja kui te peaksite heaks arvama teda otsima minna (pidage meeles, saatus koduvisiite ei tee), siis küll te veel näete, kuidas ta teile teise võimaluse annab.

When she saw me her face lit up and she smiled, making me instantly forget the endless days of misery I'd spent trying to find her. I sat down next to her.

Every afternoon, when we parted, I walked back home dreaming about the moment when I would rescue her from that existence marked by absences, from that night visitor who scared her, from that pampered life that stole the light from her with every passing day. Every afternoon I told myself that I wasn't going to forget her and that, so long as I remembered her, I'd be able to save her.

All he asked God was to show him how the three of them could be happy, preferably also in his own way. He begged the Lord to send him a signal, a whisper, a crumb of His presence. God, in His infinite wisdom, and perhaps overwhelmed by the avalanche of requests from so many tormented souls, did not answer.

Conserva tus sueños, nunca sabes cuándo te van a hacer falta

Pasé el sábado en trance, anclado tras el mostrador de la librería con la esperanza de ver a Bea aparecer por la puerta como por ensalmo. Cada vez que sonaba

Le speranze le hanno le persone, ma i destini li distribuisce il diavolo.

La luz vaporosa de las farolas de las Ramblas - como el primer chupetón a un caramelo Sugus- siempre le había parecido una de esas cosas por las que vale la pena vivir un día más.

I know that at your age these things look like the end of the world, but everything has a limit.

Lo bueno se hace esperar.

Eu o observam cu coada ochiului È™i îmi d?deam seama c?, numai când m? uitam la ea, începea s?-mi vin? mai puÈ›in greu s? cred c?, poate, înc? mai r?m?sese ceva bun È™i decent în lumea asta mizerabil? È™i, cu ceva noroc, în mine însumi.

The day I die, all that was once mine, will be yours...except my dreams. ~The Shadow of the Winds

Carlos Ruiz Zafón

There I learned that one can forget almost everything in life, beginning with bad smells, and that if there was one thing I aspired to, it was not to die in a place like that. In the low hours—which were most hours—I told myself that if anything was going to get me out of there before an outbreak of tuberculosis did the job, it was literature, and if that pricked anyone's soul, or their balls, they could scratch them with a brick.

Hope is cruel, and has no conscience.

I looked at him and saw a lonely man, devoid of hope. I knew what I was doing when I took him home and let myself be seduced by him. I knew I was deceiving him and that he knew, too, but had nothing else in the world. That is how we became lovers, out of desperation.

In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands.

Y conserva tus sueños -dijo Miquel-. Nunca sabes cuándo te van a hacer falta.

And if one day, kneeling at her graveside, you feel the fire of anger trying to take hold of you, remember that in my story, as in yours, there was an angel who holds all the answers.

Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios»

We'll get to the adult by having recourse to his frustration. As life advances and we have to give up the hopes, dreams, and desires of our youth, we acquire a growing sense of being a victim of the world and of other people. There is always someone else to blame for our misfortunes or failures, someone we wish to exclude. Embracing a doctrine that will turn this grudge and this victim mentality into something positive provides comfort and strength.

Uno cree en lo que puede, no en lo que quiere.

besé la frente como si quisiera protegerle así de los hilos invisibles que lo alejaban de mí, de aquel piso angosto y de mis recuerdos, como si creyera que con aquel beso podría engañar al tiempo y convencerle de que pasara de largo, de que volviese otro día, otra vida.