Quotes About Hope

Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

What filled her wasn't desire, but tenderness, and a profund gratitude that he lived, and she did, too. That he had found her, and that he had found her again. And... dear gods and stardust... yet again. Let that be the last time he ever needed to come looking for her.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers' arms to take their turn in the killing and dying. This was not that world.

He was angles and darkness, her opposite - a moon-creature to her sun, a slicing shadow to her glow. But that was all silhoutte. It was in his smile, and in his eyes, and in his waiting - he was still waiting - that she saw him, and knew him. Strength and grace and loneliness and longing. And hope.

I've thought things were impossible before, and so far, none of them actually were.

If there's something you want, pursue it. Hope has power. Don't waste it on foolish things.

Magic?" Akiva had asked. "What bird does this come from, that its bone are made of magic?" "Oh, it's not magic. The wishes don't really come true." "Then why do it?" She shrugged. "Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

It was the worst kind of silence, but a good kind of closeness. These weren't her folk, but...they were, and maybe that meant that anyone could be anyone's, which was a sort of nice thing to think, with the world falling apart.

How people loved to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You're no better than us. You're nothing special.

Hope was luster, and they had shone with it like twin pearls in an oyster.

Belief like that, that hasn't tasted any real hope in centuries, but has been fed and tortured on darker things-loneliness, desperation-it doesn't simply subside when faced with its own end. It doesn't accept or adapt, it exists in spite of reason, and will only ever defy it.

Inside a dream. Within a lost city. In the shadow of an angel. At the brink of calamity.

Well, I'm no alchemist," Lazlo said, affable. "You know me, Strange the dreamer, head in the clouds." He paused and added with a grin, "Miracles for breakfast.

Karou who had, a lifetime past, begun this story on a battlefield, when she knelt beside a dying angel and smiled. You could trace a line from the beach at Bullfinch, through everything that had happened since - lives ended and begun, wars won and lost, love and wishbones and rage and regret and deception and despair and always, somehow, hope - and end up right here, in this cave in the Adelphas Mountains, in this company.

The youth are the spoils of war.

And I suppose all the wishes come true," Minya said, sarcastic. "Of course not, silly girl," Suheyla retorted. She had not grown up in an era of optimism, but that didn't mean they'd lived without dreams. "Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bull's-eye yourself.

Thank you to the world for being a wild and inspiring place, full of odd creatures, strange people, and mysterious cities. I hope by and by to know you better.

the lovers ... dreamed of a world that was like a jewel box without a jewel - a paradise waiting for them ... to fill it with their happiness

For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it.

Los deseos son engañosos; sin embargo, la esperanza es sincera. La esperanza realiza su propia magia.

Watching her, Brimstone added, 'I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference.

She understood now why pain was the tithe for magic: It was more powerful than joy. Than anything. Than hope?

Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

N)ew dreams sprout up when old ones come true, like seedlings in a forest: a new generation of wishes.