Quotes About Hope

Love. It was the beginning and the end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn't matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him. All her life she had waited--longed for--people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

he would learn that some roads could not be refound and that true love took time and effort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that a life lived in the glare of summer sunlight never produced a rainbow.

Time. It was the rack everything hung on: life, loss, hope, love.

I've been wanting to start over, dreaming of it. And now, finally, I know where I want to be when I begin this new part of my life.

I'm starting over now; this is my new beginning.

I don't want him to say his hope (wish) out loud. Some things need to be simply planted in the soft dirt of possibility.

She tried to take strength from that, to truly believe it, but hope was becoming difficult to hold on to. Each passing day had sanded her down, weakened the walls of her denial; in places, fear called itself truth and poked through.

I am afraid t put it into words, this fragile impossible hope of mine, and more afraid not to.

Hope is a coin I carry, given to me by a woman I will always love, and I hold it now as I journey west, part of a new generation of seekers. The first Martinelli to go to college. A girl.

Daylight expanded with each breath.

warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself. It sounds like motherhood to

There's a river of sadness in me; it's always been there, but now it is rising, spilling over its banks. I know there's a possibility that if I'm not careful, it will become the biggest part of me and I will drown in it.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories." The

Elsa knew that a library card—a thing they'd taken for granted all of their lives—meant there was still a future. A world beyond this struggle.

suddenly how hope 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.

But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is not future for us.

When Elsa had lost her third child—a son who never drew breath—it was Rose who held Elsa and let her cry, and said, Some lives are not ours to hold on to; God makes His choices without us.

Like her, they held on to the unproven hope/belief that more work might save them.

novel and in researching it.

Vianne hated what she saw in her daughter's eyes right now. There was nothing young in her gaze—no innocence, no naïveté, no hope. Not even grief. Just anger.

The tiny footprints of their reconciliation—that one kiss—had been lost in the rubble of her grief.

I just want to keep you safe." I smile. Americans can be so naïve. Once I shared his optimism. I thought the world was safe. But that was a long time ago.

A life, not merely existence. That was her dream.

first time. She'd