Quotes About Hope

You will always miss her. I know that from experience. There will be days—even years from now—when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away. But there will be good days, too; months and years of them. In one way or another, you'll be searching for her all your life. You'll find her, too. As you grow up, you'll understand her more and more. I promise you that.

How could you hold on to ideals when you were sick and cold and starving?

In earlier years, she had dreamed of boldly reaching for him, changing how they touched each other, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth; then, upon waking, she'd felt frustrated and swollen with a desire she could neither express nor share. She'd waited years for him to see it, see her, and reach out.

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You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however. —Richard Bach, Illusions

if wishes were horses, all beggars would ride

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation

now, of all moments, at this time when her love for her children almost bowled her over and she thought, even in the midst of all this hardship and failure, I have raised good children. Kind, caring, loving people. "I'll write something," Elsa said. "Will you let us read it, Mommy?" Ant asked. "Maybe someday.

They might not even have tomorrow. She hated that her first time would be bathed in sorrow, steeped in a sense of having already lost what they'd just found, but that was the world now. One

Some things in life, though, couldn't be gone in search of. They simply had to be waited for. Like the weather. You could look out on the horizon and see a bank of black storm clouds. That did not guarantee rain tomorrow. It might just as easily dawn bright and clear. There was no damn way to tell. All you could do was keep moving and live you life.

Hiroshima. There are a million ways for this sick, corrupt world to end.

You blame yourself when they are the ones to blame." Rose gave her a steady, reassuring look. "Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do." TWELVE In November, the first winter storm battered them from the north, leaving behind a fine layer of snow.

Many of them, like the pioneers who went west one hundred years before them, brought nothing more than a will to survive and a hope for a better future.

You must stay strong." "By believing in God." "Yes, of course, but not only by believing in God. Prayers and faith will not be enough, I'm afraid. The path of righteousness is often dangerous.

God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December. —JAMES M. BARRIE

But no matter how hard they all tried to be normal, their life was a dirty window that couldn't be wiped clean. Everything, every moment, was coated by illness.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, salvation.

Maybe it had all happened the way it needed to, maybe they'd each crossed their own oceans -hers of damaged love and loss, his of pain- to be here again together, where they belonged.

Nora's gaze was steady. "No matter how dark a place is, there are always moments of light. That's what I passed on to you and Caroline, my moments of light.

Have we? Have we lost our light, or have we perhaps just glimpsed it for the first time?

Elsa held her children's hands. They stood on the muddy bank and looked up to the bright heavens and sang hymns and Christmas songs, and by the end, none of them cared that the local churches denied them entry or that their clothes were ragged and dirty or that Christmas dinner would be small. They found strength in each other. Elsa and Jean looked at each other as they sang the words be unbroken.

Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven.

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

could break you, how it was a shiny lure for the unwary. What happened to you if you hoped too hard for the best and got the worst? Was it better not to hope at all, to prepare? Wasn't that what her father's lesson always was? Prepare for the worst.