Quotes About Hope

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.

The game's not over until it's over.

Then it's not the past I yearn for, but the idea of a time when everything important has not yet happened: — Lawrence Raab, from section 5 of "The Uses of Nostalgia," What We Don't Know About Each Other (Penguin, 1993)

In politics, as in poetry, it is sometimes true that it is darkest before dawn.

There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.

With new hope. We build new lives. Why complain when it rains? This is what it means to be free.

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.

Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains-- The exiles by the streams of Babylon.

The children of the prophets of the Lord, Prince, priest, and people, spurned by zealot hate. Hounded from sea to sea, from state to state, The West refused them, and the East abhorred. No anchorage the known world could afford.

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Dreams take short cuts.

Revolution is our obligation: our hope of evolution.

Why can I never set my heart on a possible thing?

The past, for everyone, is full of missed chances, surviving to understand them, if not set them straight, is one of the things that makes the next breath worth taking.

I don't know how time moves or which of our sorrows or our desires it is able to wash away.

The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.

There is nowhere morning does not go.

and since I was bound to screw them up, my only hope was to screw them up in a sufficiently dramatic way, a way that led to a best-selling memoir, so they could make big bucks in the psychological freak show circuit.

your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. keep fighting. keep loving

Suzanne Collins could have chosen to give us Coin as president, an example of a continuous pattern, mistakes just waiting to be made again. Instead she gives us a song. And children. And though "they play on a graveyard" (Mockingjay), the important thing is that they are free to play.

Your heart is a weapon the size of your first. Keep fighting. Keep loving. More than bombs, fire, guns or arrows, love is the most powerful weapon in the Hunger Games. It stirs and feeds the rebellion. It saves the doomed. It destroys the bereaved. And it gives even the most devastated survivors a reason to go on.

Katniss Everdeen can survive her darkness because she understands the same truth that's expressed in that graffiti in Palestine. Her heart is a weapon, and the way to keep fighting against all the horror and cruelty of the world is to wield that weapon. To keep loving.

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