Quotes About Hope

Do you seek to force hope upon me?" "I do," I said. He bowed a second time. "I accept it.

A noi mortali, purtroppo, è negato il lusso della licenza narrativa: dobbiamo vivere e andare avanti.

We had survived the prison, the plain and the loss of all hope, but the women had discovered that survival is no more than putting off the moment of death

It wasn't necessary for me to stop Anthea's heart. Each death had contributed a little to killing her. There had been so much hope when we'd escaped from the prison, and then the slow dissipation, the gradual abandonment of all expectations, a defeat that had killed everything without a battle. She wondered when it had dawned on us that we were as much prisoners out in the open as we had been behind bars.

Je ne connais pas que la plaine caillouteuse, l'errance et la lente perte de l'espoir, je suis le rejeton stérile d'une race dont je ne sais rien, pas même si elle a disparu. Peut-être que, quelque part, l'humanité resplendit sous les étoiles, ignorant qu'une fille de son sang achève sa vie dans le silence. Nous n'y pouvons rien.

It will get better --- I promise you. Would it? Would she ever shudder and tremble and stiffen with the ecstasy she had felt? It didn't matter. All that mattered was Lyon, to hold him in her arms, to please him --- to know that she could feel love, that this remarkable man wanted her body against his...

I try to have reasonable happy endings because I would hate any child to be cast down in gloom and despair, I want to show them you can find a way out of it.

I want to be a star

Jacqueline Wilson

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drew a girl in a beautiful bridesmaid's dress too. Dad and Miss Hope danced together

If her soul were a room, it was as if a light were now shinning in a corner that had been dark.

I can dance with life again.

spring will come, the soil will seed itself, that flood or drought will abate, and life goes on in that new landscape.

I reckon, Billy, that there's such a thing as serendipity, that if you are meant to move on, you will. And I believe that if you imagine, and keep on imagining, a better life for your family, then events will conspire to present the opportunity to you. And when that time comes, you will make your decision, one way or another." "Bit of a gamble, though, ain't it?" "So is staying in one spot." Epilogue

And as she grieved, she realized that she had never trusted the world to keep herself or those she loved safe. From the moment of her mother's death, she had known that terror could be around the next corner at any moment. Had there ever been a time when she felt the clutch of fear in her gut loosen its grip, so that she could have faith in the future?

A short time ago death was the cruel stranger, the visitor with the flannel footsteps . . . today it is the mad dog in the house. One eats, one drinks beside the dead, one sleeps in the midst of the dying, one laughs and sings in the company of corpses. —GEORGES DUHAMEL, French doctor serving at Verdun in the Great War

Theirs was a laughter fueled not by pressure from others, nor by alcohol or the whims of a partying crowd, but by a certain optimism that, even in the midst of the difficult times in which they lived, they had grasped a sense of possibility before it slipped through their fingers.

And we've both learned the value of allowing only the very best pictures into our minds—so instead of imagining the terrible alternatives, make sure you see your son walking into the house and calling your name. See him coming home. Always see him coming home. Every time you think of something untoward, banish it straightaway—restrict your mind to the most wonderful thoughts of your boys.

And the ending was as she expected it to be . . . and they all lived happily ever after. She wondered about happily ever after. Did it exist only in fairy tales, in stories for children? Or was there hope, really?

Yet, despite the pressures of being a sole proprietor, Maisie knew that the curtain of darkness from her past was lifting. Not that she forgot, not that she didn't still have nightmares or close her eyes and see images from the war in stark relief. But it was as if she were on firmer ground, and not at the mercy of memory's quicksand.

Perhaps we must allow ourselves to be brought gently into the future by the good times, taking those dear memories with us and not allowing the worst of times to hold us in its grip—to hold us back, really." Dame

Go forward with a light step, my child. Your heart will open with every mile traveled. Fill it wisely.