Quotes About Hope

Sure, baby, mañana." It was always mañana. For the next week that was all I heard—mañana,a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

He sure is a crazy one," she said. "Sure reminds me of my husband that run away. Just exactly the same guy. I sure hope my Mickey don't grow up that way, they all do now.

Mad raging sunsets poured in seafoams of cloud through unimaginable crags, with every rose tint of hope beyond, I felt just like it, brilliant and bleak beyond words. Everywhere awful ice fields and snow straws; one blade of grass jiggling in the winds of infinity, anchored to a rock. To the East, it was gray; to the north, awful; to the west, raging mad, hard iron fools wrestling in the groomian gloom; to the south, my father's mist.

I walked around the sad honkytonks of Curtis Street; young kids in jeans and red shirts; peanut shells, movie marquees, shooting parlours. Beyond the glittering street was darkness, and beyond the darkness the West. I had to go.

You have to believe in life before you can accomplish anything.

God bless child even when he get old.

O sweetheart and okay Here's hopin we'll all be away It was great fun But it was just one a those tings

I wanta go to Tangiers, I want girls, I wanta write the biggest book in the world, I want spring to come, I want, I want-- Wanting, I get; getting, I lose; losing, I suffer; suffering, I die-- NOT WANTING, I DON'T GET NOT GETTING, I DON'T LOSE NOT LOSING, I DON'T SUFFER NOT SUFFERING, I DON'T DIE SUFFERING.

Jail is where you promise yourself the right to live.

The eyes of hope looking over the flare of the hood into the maw with its white line feeding in straight as an arrow, the lighting of fresh cigarettes, the buckling to lean forward to the next adventure something that's been going on in America ever since the covered wagons clocked the deserts in three months flat—

For the next week that was all I heard – mañana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven. Little

I hope you get where you're going, and be happy when you do.

And what's the purpose of all this?"—"Ah Daddy, maybe just to see you again and we can talk about purposes anywhere: you wanta go on a lecture tour to Utah university and Brown university and tell the well scrubbed kids?"—"Scrubbed with what?"—"Scrubbed with hopeless perfection of pioneer puritan hope that leaves nothing but dead pigeons to look at?

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved. Nobody was paying any attention to me up there. I should have known better.

now began to see they were going to stick and I was going to be left alone on my butt at the other end of the continent. But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

We were standing outside on the great steps of the hall high above the blue waters of San Francisco Bay, and they were there, the white ships on the tide, and all my love rose to sing my newfound seaman's life. -- The Sea! Real ships! My sweet ship had come in, no dream but true with tangled rigging and actual shipmates and the job slip secure in my wallet and only the night before I'd been kicking cockroaches in my tiny dark room in 3rd Street slums.

All I hope, Dean, is someday we'll be able to live on the same street with our families and get to be a couple of oldtimers together.

In fact, driving through Arizona I'd explained a little Buddhism to them, specifically karma, reincarnation, and they all seemed pleased to hear the news. "You mean other chance to come back and try again?" asked the poor little Mexican, who was all bandaged from a fight in Juárez the night before. "That's what they say." "Well goddammit next time I be born I hope I ain't who I am now.

Everything'll be all right tomorrow, don't you think, Sal-honey, man? Sure, baby, manana.  It was always manana

Guitars tinkled. Terry and I gazed at the stars together and kissed. "Mañana," she said. "Everything'll be all right tomorrow, don't you think, Sal-honey, man?" "Sure, baby, mañana." It was always mañana. For the next week that was all I heard—mañana,a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

he wanted so much to live...

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middleclass philosophy out of it.

the whole thing was hopeless, besides which Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.

The last thing is what you can´t get. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once for all