Quotes About Hope

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space. With

Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow." She held Izzy at arm's length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. "People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.

bring back our missing hearts.

She was always doing that, telling him stories. Prying open cracks for magic to seep in, making the world a place of possibility. After she left, he had stopped believing all those fantasies. Wispy, false dreams that disintegrated in the morning's light. Now it occurs to him that, perhaps, there might be truth in them after all.

He had always admired his wife's idealism, her belief that the world could be made better,

Please, Marilyn thinks. In this word is all she cannot phrase, even to herself. Please come back, please let me start over, please stay. Please.

She's going to get through this. Because she has to.

The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow." She held Izzy at arm's length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. "People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way." Izzy nodded and turned to go, then turned back. "Tell her I'm so sorry," she said. Mia nodded. "See you tomorrow, okay?

Children are a place

Sometimes, just when you think everything is gone, you find a way.

Sometimes, just when you think everything's gone, you find a way." Mia racked her mind for an explanation. "Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow.

The letter arrives on a Friday. I would like that, very much.

Somewhere in the center of this circle his daughter, friendless and alone, must have dived into the water in despair.

Neither ever mentioned this most tender hope.

Everything she had dreamed for herself faded away, like fine mist on a breeze. She could not remember now why she thought it had all been possible.

He never completed the sentence, but in his imagined future, he floated away, untethered.

1981 glistening in his eyes like a beautiful far-off star.

At the sight of her on the phone, a lightness crossed his face, like clouds shifting after strong wind. She saw him as he must have looked when he was young, long before she had been born: boyishly hopeful, possibilities turning his eyes into stars.

Lydia—so long enthralled by the dreams of others—could not yet imagine what that might be, but suddenly the universe glittered with possibilities.

the world was on fire, you might as well burn bright. Late nights

While the Irish and the Germans and the Swedes crowded onto steamship decks, waving as the pale green torch of the Statue of Liberty came into view, the coolies had to find other means to reach the land where all men were created equal.

Anna Akhmatova

of Light Under German Occupation, 1940–1944

It is not too late, he thinks . . . Not yet the end.