Quotes About Hope

Is there anything more adult than sticking with a relationship that's falling apart in the hope that you can put it right? I've never done that in my life.

I took her outside on to a little roof terrace that looked like it never got the sun at nay time of the day r year, but there was a picnic table and a grill out there anyway. Those little grills are everywhere in England, right? To me they've come to represent the trumph of hope over circumstance, seeing as all you can do is peer at them out the window through the pissing rain.

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she'd followed Gav and Barnesy because she'd hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they'd dragged her to yet another haunted house. Where was the now? In bloody America, probably, apart from the bit that Tucker lived in, or in bloody Tokyo. In any case, it was somewhere else. How could people who didn't live in bloody America or bloody Tokyo stand it, all that swimming around in the past imperfect?

His father fell off a window-ledge. No wonder his mum had cheered up.

He was hoping that when this was all over, his spiritual overdraft would have been paid off, and he'd be allowed to use the cash machine again.

I didn't say anything. But I could have pointed out that most life-changing says happen without your expecting them. I have spent what seems like half my life expecting the worst. And it never happens. But on the day it does, it will knock me flat on my back anyway.

Surely we all occasionally buy books because of a daydream we're having--a little fantasy about the people we might turn into one day, when our lives are different, quieter, more introspective, and when all the urgent reading, whatever that might be, has been done. We never arrive at that point, needless to say....

I decided, on the spot, to let God into my heart, in the hope that my newfound faith can somehow be used as a vicious weapon in the marital war.

La música sentimental tiene la especial cualidad de llevarte hacia atrás en el tiempo a la vez que te lleva hacia delante, y por eso te sientes nostálgico y esperanzado a la vez.

What does it feel like, having a missing sister? I can tell you. You know how if you lose something valuable, a wallet or a piece of jewelry, you can't concentrate on anything else? Well, it feels like that all the time, every day

I'm not telling you that suicidal people aren't so far away from people who can get by; I'm telling you that people who get by aren't so far away from being suicidal. Maybe I shouldn't find that as comforting as I do.

I have no idea what the record for being effectively dead is, but Fabrice Muamba didn't seem to have broken it.

Más aún que eso, estaba como de costumbre a la espera de que el Arsenal me enseñase que las cosas no siempre van a peor, que las malas rachas terminan tarde o temprano, que se puede cambiar de hábitos, que no es posible perder muchos partidos seguidos.

Pero lo que resultaba raro a su edad era que uno se pasaba la mitad del tiempo soñando con lo que podía suceder y la otra mitad intentando no pensar en eso, y en ambos casos uno se encontraba aprisionado en un periodo vital que no parecía importar demasiado, a mitad de camino entre la infancia y lo que implicara la madurez consolidada. (...)Y tal vez eso no tuviera ningún futuro, pero era un presente, y en eso consiste la vida.

Fifteen years was a long time in the life of a woman, though, when those fifteen years had been disappointing.

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she'd followed Gav and Barnesy because she'd hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they'd dragged her to yet another haunted house.

la música sentimental tiene la especial cualidad de llevarte hacia atrás en el tiempo a la vez que te lleva hacia delante, y por eso te sientes nostálgico y esperanzado a la vez.

la musica sentimentale ha un grande potere: ti riporta indietro nel momento stesso in cui ti porta avanti, così che provi, contemporaneamente, nostalgia e speranza.

Well, I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song. Just once. I know I'm not born to run, I know that the Seven Sisters Road is nothing like Thunder Road, but feelings can't be so different, can't they?

She would go home and marry a man who owned carpet shops, and she would bear his children, and he would take other women to nightclubs, and she would get old and die and hope for better luck next time around.

I can handle the pain, it's the hope that kills me.

I'm someone who's mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

Every morning, I felt a little excitement as I checked my email, as if part of me believed there would be an unread message - with a beautiful, boldfaced title - waiting in my inbox that would bring me great news or inject energy into my humdrum routine, or, in the highest of hopes, change the course of my prosaic life.

After Arthur sent me away for my own good, it' like my life switched from color to black and white--like the ending of The Wizard of Oz.