Quotes About Hope

I just want to put some positive stuff out there. If it works, great. If it doesn't, no problem.

The end is almost always the beginning of something better.

But the Grace of God is so powerful that it utterly disregards our past and sees only the potential we have to become in Him.

No matter what you've been through, you can make it!

To be a member of the Labor Party is to be an optimist - optimistic about the future of Australia, optimistic about the ability of government to make a difference.

On Australia Day 2010, as we enter this second decade of the 21st century, Australians can be optimistic about our future, but we cannot afford to mistake optimism for complacency.

Things were good. He had things to look forward to. That, for now, was to be his definition of living - to always have a thing to look forward to.

What would they find? A better life? Or the same dreary, grinding poverty that had motivated their immigration in the first place?

There has always been something slightly bipolar about California. It was either utopia or dystopia, a dream or a nightmare, a hope or a broken promise— and too infrequently anything in between.

California, Royce noted, was a promise, but it was also a struggle for redemption in the face of failure.

Such a hope, such a psychology of expectation, fused the California experience irretrievably onto a dream of better days: of a sudden, almost magical, transformation of the ordinary. Ironically, such an expectation was also reprising the dreams of the Spanish conquistadores, explorers, and maritime adventurers of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The Spanish quest for El Dorado was now being Americanized with its psychological and mythic hold as powerful as ever.

There were no measures that truly protected against disaster; you simply held on to what mattered and hoped that you found your way to the other side.

I guess I just mean that sometimes your mom says that things will be better for you in the future. And I think they will, Frankie. I think you're really smart and I think you'll do fine. But I also think it's not so bad if you never quite feel right in this world. It's still worth hanging around. You just have to look harder to find the things you love." "Okay," I said. I kind of wanted to hug him.

Annie, no stranger to disappointment, felt the hope break down inside her body and disperse without any lingering effects.

The kids were making me feel things, and they were complicated, because these kids were complicated, were so damaged. And I wanted to take them. But I knew that I wouldn't. And I knew that I couldn't give them the hope that I would.

You are going to have such an amazing life, Frankie," he told me. "If this is how it starts? It's almost breathtaking how good your life will be.

But I also think it's not so bad if you never quite feel right in this world. It's still worth hanging around. You just have to look harder to find the things you love.

And, though it might be hard to believe now, I showed a fucking lot of promise.

Buster emptied his pockets of the pennies he had taken earlier and lined them up in two equal stacks. He and his sister then took turns tossing them back into the fountains, each making wishes that they hoped were simple enough to come true.

I'm not a prayer, I just wish a lot.

It's getting harder to live without faith, or you, or whatever we choose to call what calls to us in the quiet. — Kevin Young, from "Book Rate," Dear Darkness: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)

I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die to get there.

A shack made of ribs. A house made of out. A car made of rust. A smile made of doubt.