Quotes About Hope

Dream of sweet tomorrows.

The hospital at Ellis was the stationary middle place where what you were and what you would be were decided.

If I had learned anything from this past year, it is that despair is love's fiercest enemy.

I want to be walking down this street with Mama, headed where we're headed. But her hand in mine makes me feel like I'm not alone in this world where you can't always see what's in front of you.

Remembering what you want about the past, even if it's not entirely true, keeps you from giving up on the present.

I sat there thinking that if God could split an entire sea in half so a million Hebrews could walk across dry land, couldn't he stop a little germ?

and that if she ever needs to talk to her or touch her, she need only go to Belinda's peach tree and put her arms around it, and Candace will whisper to her through the branches that all is well.

what you can still dream about is often sweeter than the reality.

Air is free. Someday I will be, too, though not soon enough. There doesn't

But with Mama and Uncle Fred and Charlie, the world doesn't stop. It just keeps spinning, with all its troubles, yanking us into its wild revolutions. There is no stepping into mourning, all secluded with nothing but much-warranted sorrow for company. Instead it's as if the train we're all on switched tracks at full speed and now we are racing forward in a completely new direction with no time to think about the destination we'd been headed toward before and now will never see.

when God gave the world the Renaissance artists, He gave us artistic genius the likes of which have not been seen since. Renaissance is a French word with a lovely meaning. It means to be reborn. It is a word with hope infused in every letter. It assures us that what has fallen into pieces can be made whole, what has sagged into ugliness can be made beautiful again, what has died can have life breathed into it once more.

The primroses always come back. Even after a hard winter, they find a way to survive. They come back every spring.

Despair is love's fiercest enemy.

It's as if there's a bridge they need to cross. And it's like crossing over the ocean, Brette.

Henrietta might have said.

There's always a way to make something better, even if it means sweeping up the broken pieces and starting all over. That's how we keep moving, keep breathing, keep opening our eyes every morning, even when the only thing we know for sure is that we're still alive.

I knew I would need a place to make sense of what I had lost and yet never had.

still have my colors. Surely a new kind of happiness is still within reach.

I had what my own life hadn't given me.

Nice* was a word that I'd not been able to say in such a long time, and it encompassed so much in that moment. It truly did. *Nice* is a throwaway word until it's not.

You're very lucky Clara", they said. I didn't feel lucky. When I was little, luck was finding something you thought was lost for good, or winning a porcelain doll at the county fair, or getting a new hat, or having every dance filled on your dance card. Good luck made you feel kissed by heaven and smiled upon by the fates. Good luck made you feel giddy and invincible. Good luck didn't leave you desperately needing a place that was forever in-between yesterday and tomorrow.

I *was* happy, and the war, which had been so adept at stealing everything I loved, could not steal this, because happiness is not something that can be taken from you. You can lose it, but no one can take it from you. Not even the thief that is war.

hope you have the courage and wisdom to make different choices.

Maybe this is what losing a child does to you. It peels off the top layer of who you are, like a snake shedding its skin, and underneath is new skin, and because it's new, it's not the same.