Quotes About Hope

Therefore you can never lose hope- hatikva -because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.

Where is your angel now?

So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart

Well, then, since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.

But I will never have a bride.

I can offer you my life, though it is a short life. I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope the rest of my life-whatever its length-happy, by spending it with you.-Jem.

That was the justice of Heaven. I trust that you are not dismayed.

I'd always hoped that when i said 'I Love You' to a girl, she'd say 'I Know' like Leia did to Han in Return Of The Jedi

Father nevver once looked at any woman the way he looked at Mother, with joy and thanksgiving, as if she was a living wish, granted past all hope.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again.

With hope at last.

At the edge of everything, love and faith have always brought me back, and back to you.

Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that, either. Some things," Jace said,

She's alive," Thomas said, not opening his eyes. "What?" Will was caught off guard. "The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.

You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance", Jem said.

There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.

We cant go around picking up every pile of dust in the place just in case it turns out to be Gregor in the morning." -Pg.242-

Part of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her mother's shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend everything was all right. The other part of her knew that it wouldn't make a difference; she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever.

That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hand to catch yours. Humans did not last forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.

I shall do what I can to make some provision that I might see you again, and Tessa again. For you are half my heart, and she is the other. As long as I have one of you to be my north star, my heart shall not die, and I shall remain your James Carstairs.

What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?

Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.

Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.