Quotes About Hope

thoughts are not things you can give or not give. Thoughts are thrust upon you. You can only hope that thoughts that you don't want will tire of you at some point and flutter away

An amaryllis is always waiting to delight and surprise you, even when your world seems cold and dark.

And just as it is the nature of men and women to build, it is also in our nature to begin again after disaster. This I know, too.

Wars begin and wars end. There will be peace again. We only need to hold on to who we are, deep within, so that we'll recognize ourselves on the other side when it's over.

Sometimes it's not about right and wrong but now and later. Right now, we are having to put up with a difficult situation that we don't deserve, and it's not right. But later, when the war is over, we'll remember that we didn't let it break us. . . .

Nothing but love, and in this world, love isn't enough.

Hope is a terrible thing, she said. Is it? Yes, it keep you living in another place, a place which doesn't exist. For some people it's better than where they are. For many it's a relief. From life, she said. A relief from life? Is that living? Some people don't have a choice. No and that's awful for them. Hope is better than misery, he said. Or despair. Hope belongs in the same box as despair. Hope is not so bad, he said. At least despair has truth to it.

The past was speaking . . . what was the difference now? She had the feeling she'd walked into a house she thought she knew well and discovered a room she hadn't seen before. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe they did have a chance.

Perhaps it's true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments still to come.

Van de geschiedenis van de filosofie leren betekent niet haar zonder bedenkingen accepteren. Met behulp van haar inzichten kunnen we enig licht werpen op de onze. We kunnen niet op dezelfde stellingen terugvallen die eerder door de denkers van de Verlichting werden verdedigd, zelfs niet op die van haar modernste vertegenwoordigers. Misschien ligt de hoop niet in het beantwoorden van de vraag naar de zin van het leven, maar juist in het verwerpen van die vraag.

Keeping an eye on the way the world ought to be, while never losing sight of the way it is, requires permanent, precarious balance. It requires facing squarely the fact that you never get the world you want, while refusing to talk yourself out of wanting it.

If Obama was the American dream—"Nowhere else on earth would my story be possible"—Trump is the American nightmare.

How we remember the past constrains the possibilities we consider for the future.

Tip for a parent trying to be the north star to a child desperate for sun: Sometimes it's enough just to shine.

Libraries were a solace in the Depression. They were warm and dry and useful and free; they provided a place for people to be together in a desolate time. You could feel prosperous at the library. There was so much there, such an abundance, when everything else felt scant and ravaged, and you could take any of it home for free. Or you could just sit at a reading table and take it all in.

The books burned while most of us were waiting to see if we were about to witness the end of the world.

how necessary, and how full of hope it is to collect these books and manuscripts and preserve them. It declares that all these stories matter, and so does every effort to create something that connects us to one another, and to our past and to what is still to come.

At this point I realized it was just as well that I never saw a ghost orchid, so that it could never disappoint me, and so it would remain forever something I wanted to see.

Even the oddest, most particular book was written with that kind of crazy courage—the writer's belief that someone would find his or her book important to read. I was struck by how precious and foolish and brave that belief is, and how necessary, and how full of hope it is to collect these books and manuscripts and preserve them.

In times of trouble, libraries are sanctuaries.

Because sometimes Lucky wanted to change everything, all the bad things that had happened, and sometimes she wanted everything to stay the same forever.

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

Some aspects of life are strange or even terrible, but later something okay or even good happens that would never have happened without the bad/strange thing. -- "The Higher Power of Lucky

I realized that in depression, nothing matters," she said. "And in sadness, everything matters.