Quotes About Hope

Love transcends all evil

He fought for his country, but mostly he fought for the people in his country so they had freedom to make choices. He just hoped they'd be good ones.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

She could be a phoenix, rising like that firebird from the ashes of who she had been

His girl was an adrenaline junkie. Who knew? That beautiful little angel face liked to do crazy shit. He was all kinds of crazy. He might just suit her. Hell, he fucking hoped so.

She was bound to him, body and soul, as he was to her. For the first time in centuries he felt hope. And to a male Carpathian on the verge of turning vampire, hope was the only thing left.

She didn't want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She'd been there hundreds of times and every single time she'd told herself to stand up. This time, win or lose, if she just stood up, she had the very real opportunity, which would never come again, to be with a man she'd dreamt of.

He had enough of bullshit lonely. Of believing he was the devil walking on earth. He might be a monster, but to this one woman, he wasn't that. He hoped the others could take notice and have hope.

Well, Sara." He said it very softly. "Are you going to save me?

Czar had been a ten-year-old boy who mastered the plan to keep them all alive in the hell they'd grown up in. He'd given them hope in their darkest times. He'd driven them to perfect their abilities.

Someday my child will grow right here." "You'd like that, would you? I might get as big as a house." Mikhail kissed her tummy again and then kissed the path to her breasts. "You will have milk for our babies. That is such a miracle, Raven." She heard the ache in his voice. The need. He didn't quite believe they would manage to have children, not when his people had been unable to do so for centuries, but he was willing to dream of it--with her.

I look at you and know what a miracle you are. The feel of your skin, soft and inviting, the way you move, like water flowing, the brush of your hair like silk, the feel of your body surrounding mine, completing me, giving me the strength I need to continue a task that seems so hopeless, but so necessary. I look at the way you are made, so beautiful, your body so perfect, made for mine.

Those long endless nights of gray voids, an abyss of hell really, a bleak nothingness, occasionally interrupted by a battle with the undead, there had been no hope left. He had forgotten joy. Laughter. Fun. Maybe he had never known it. Now there was Adalasia with her brightness.

It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her.

It is not for my sake only, but for humans and Carpathians alike. This child must live, Shea," he reiterated. "She must." Shea clearly felt the warning, the plea from his otherwise damned soul. This child was his only hope.

Damon Wilder was a man driven to the edge of sanity. Moving to this tiny town on the coast was his last effort to hang onto life.

Life certainly changes, doesn't it? she asked her birth father. One moment you feel there is no hope, no way out, and the next, the entire world opens up for you. Razvan reached for Ivory's hand. That is the truth, Skyler.

No way, you wild man. You aren't Tarzan. I don't like heights. Put me down." "Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope.

Gregori waited until Mikhail and Jacques had disappeared before allowing his body to dissolve. He launched himself skyward, wincing as the sun's light, penetrating the dark clouds, hit his eyes. He cursed silently. Raven was alone with a woman who knew next to nothing about their people's capabilities. She was very weak. The child was his only hope, and it was stupidity to rescue a Carpathian male who was on the verge of turning. A few more years and Gregori would be hunting him.

Where is your home?" "It isn't far. We can walk there easily," Alexander said, hope stirring. "What are you going to do with her?" Monique demanded suddenly. Mikhail's expression softened, became loving, even tender, as he looked down into Raven's face. "There is no need to fear for her. She is my life.

I wanted to wait to have a baby. But Mikhail has been noticing differences in Gregori, and we both knew he needed some hope to continue. It worries me, though, because I still have such a hard time fitting into their world." Shea crossed the room and sat on the bed beside Raven's chair. She could hear the fear in the woman's voice, and something in her instantly responded. "At least there are two of us now. We can gang up on them.

Christine Feehan

meet his gaze. "I choose to believe you, Ricco. That you love me and that you're certain I am the one for you. I choose to believe you will always feel that way. Love doesn't seem to work out for so many people, and I'm scared. I'm not going to pretend I'm not, but I don't know what's good or bad in a relationship. I'm going on faith and you're the person I choose to have faith in.

Your health is essential to every member of our race. You are a woman. You are able to create life within you. You represent hope to every male who has no lifemate." "I have no intention of bringing a child into the world." There was complete silence.