Quotes About Hope

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

And that is how, poised in the sky between our new life and our old one, the life we cannot yet imagine and the one we've already begun to forget, I tell her a tale to make her heart strong, to graft her life onto. For of all things in this world it seems to me that that is what women most need.

Remain true to yourself—and to your heart. Be courageous and remember, even the blackest night must end in dawn.

Yes my Lalita, coming at last into your own, I am praying for you. O spices, o all the forces of the world, do not let her give up. Daughter, the birth passage is always narrow, suffocating. But that first free gulp of air filling the lungs, ah. I pray it for you.

Grief has pulled her out further than she thought she could go. To the edge of what it is possible to bear, of what's habitable, and then further again.

When you are resolving your mind, Do not hanker for the higher perceptions. There is the danger of being carried away by the maras of joy and pride. Son, rest in the state free from hope. Do you understand this, monk from Ü?*

The essence of warriorship, or the essence of human bravery, is refusing to give up on anyone or anything.

Every day is a careful balance fought between the despondency that threatens to swamp me and the incredible joy of living.

But as surely as the moon rises and the sun sets, depravity passes down through the ages, because there is always a gap between who we are and who we should be, and our parents, molested by regret, conceive us under the false hope that we will be better than them, and everything they do, every hug and blow, only makes certain that we never will be.

The difference, she decided, was that now there was something to be done. Hell would be raised, and Oberon would come or not, but at least there would be no more idle tears. The night would end in joy or ruin, and somehow that was easier to abide than an endless, static grief.

She might do what the mortals did, and strain to convince herself that the death of her Boy and the loss of her husband had happened for some reason, that some restitution would be made for her, that she would be paid for her suffering with a truer and more tolerable understanding of the world, but she didn't think she had the muscles for it.

And, though we never admitted it to one another, there was also the hope that maybe, just maybe, we'd yank an undeniable work of genius from the depths of our imagination. A masterpiece-in-the-rough that would forever change the literary landscape. The Accidental American Novel. Just think of the acclaim! The feelings of satisfaction! The vastly increased dating opportunities!

I have lived with magic and without magic, and I can tell you with certainty that a life with magic is better....

Remember that person you wanted to be? There's still time.

I always imagined I could be what I wanted to be.

May the saints of all the stars and constellations bring you hope as they guide you out of the dark and into the light, on this voyage and the next. And all the journeys still to come. For now and evermore. - The Doctor.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again.

I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.

It was an air one might still breathe, if everyone forgiven was brave.

A scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.