Quotes About Hope

No good would come of all these fine intentions.

The sending of a letter constitutes a magic grasp upon the future.

While the light remains,' said Carde, speaking slowly in his high deliberate voice, 'only do not forsake the joy of life. If you shall have given all your kisses, you will give too few. And as leaves fall from withered wreaths which you may see spread upon the cups and floating there, so for us, who now as lovers hope for so much, perhaps tomorrow's day will close the doom.

But there are times of suffering which remain in our lives like black absolutes and are not blotted out. Fortunate are those for whom these black stars shed some sort of light.

I wanted consolation, I wanted love, I wanted, to save me, some colossal and powerful love such as I had never known before.

I just hope — if he does come — it won't be some sort of horror show.

Oh Irina, there's so much life for us. Is there? I feel I have no life. There's nothing in front of me but a black wall.

If I see her she may kill hope.

I've never had any luck, Brad. I don't even hope for any any more.

But I had come to where I had never been before, the blessed point of sufficient desperation.

You just seem to have folded up the future. It is folded up.

If only it were over, done, without the awful doing of it.

I had better spend the day quietly, sleep in the afternoon perhaps, and then start again hunting for Hugo. I would have much preferred to look for Anna. But I had no idea now where to start looking. Also I wanted to lay quickly to rest the terrible suspicion that where I found Hugo now I would also find Anna. This idea didn't bear thinking about and so I didn't think about it.

She was a part, an evidence, of some pure uncracked unfissured confidence in the good which was never there for me again.

If only he could be loved by somebody new.

I thought it might make him despair of life, but he has despaired anyway.

And he could not help being a little bit cheered up and consoled as he got into the Bentley and set off alone for Oxford.

I prayed that all might be well between me and Hartley, that somehow that lifelong faithful remembering, what I now thought of as my mystical marriage, might not be lost or wasted, but somehow come to good!

Oh Christ, if I could only have some happiness.

I don't know what love can do for the terrible things of life.

Only let the scene end soon and without any horrors.

Now that the doors of possibility had magically opened one after the other, Ludens realised how much comfort he had derived from uncertainty.

I do wish you could be happy. If I thought you could be happy I could simply cease to exist with a sigh of joy.

Perhaps 'love' had always been for me an ignis fatuus.