Quotes About Hope

What we want is not always what we get.

Lo peor no ha pasado. Lo peor no ha hecho más que empezar, y no hay final feliz.

Even dreams cannot live up here.

No man had need of candles when the sun awaited him.

It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly," he announced. "When I woke, I couldn't … or so the maester said. But what if he lied?

When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child, then he will return, and not before.

One day the singers will make all of us immortal.

He made plans to keep himself sane, built castles of hope in the dark.

The gardener digs a hole in the ground and throws in a seed and waters it and he hopes something comes up. Now, he knows generally what's going to come up. He knows whether he planted an acorn for an oak tree or a tomato plant to get some tomatoes for the summer. But there's a lot of details he doesn't know. It may not grow at all. It may grow a little and then die. It may go wild. A chipmunk may eat it during the night. You don't know.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray, stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day. Gentle Mother, strength of women, help our daughters through this fray, soothe the wrath and tame the fury, teach us all a kinder way.

May the Warrior grant me a smooth course and a quick victory.

Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. "But there isn't," he said aloud in the darkness of his bed. "There's no magic, and the stories are just stories." And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

Until what? Foolish woman, will holding it secret in our heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good.

Arya did not know any Many-Faced God, but if he answered prayers, he might be the god she sought.

As you say," Tyrion grinned. "If I were Volantene, and free, and had the blood, you'd have my vote for triarch, my lady." "I am no lady," the widow replied, "just Vogarro's whore. You want to be gone from here before the tigers come. Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis." She touched the faded scar upon her wrinkled cheek, where her tears had been cut away. "Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon.

even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze.

Bad dreams never come true. The both of them had been so young, that had sounded almost wise.

Tomorrow's trials concerned her more than yesterday's triumphs.

When men are starving and sick of fear, they look for a savior.

It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.

The night is dark and full of terrors...but the fire burns them all away." ?Melisandre

Watch over my brother, you bloody bastard, he's one of yours. Tyrion praying to the Warrior

The world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honour of kings.