Quotes About Hope

I wonder what those stars are meant to represent. They must be proof that you are especially worthy, that you shine a little brighter than everyone else. But if you wake with the blessed in heaven, isn't that enough? Haven't you achieved the most you could've hoped for? The

Thinking about all of this, I feel a sudden rush of anticipation, an abstract yearning. Unfamiliar as it is, I do remember it. I experienced this feeling as a little girl the night before Christmas, and later when I was applying to college, and even later when I moved to New York. It's a longing for things to come, possibilities unfolding before me, the charged expectation of change.

I am halfway between two worlds, the known and the unknown. I feel as transparent as the wind, as if my spirit is hovering in the sky, waiting to land. I am driving toward a future I can't see, leaving behind a past that already feels distant. Nothing is clear - and yet the trees are sharp against the sky; I can see the hard outlines of everything.

Ever since I was a little girl I had wanted to be

My hands are clammy. It's a terrible kind of anticipation, not knowing what we're walking into. The last time I felt this way I was in the waiting rooms at Ellis Island. We were tired, and Mam wasn't well, and we didn't know where we were going or what kind of life we would have. But now I can see all I took for granted: I had a family. I believed that whatever happened, we'd be together. A policeman blows a whistle

Puedes aguantarlo —dice el chico—. O puedes huir. O quizá tendrás suerte y serás feliz para siempre. Solo el buen Dios sabe lo que va a ocurrir, pero no va a contarlo.

Christina Baker Kline

The truth is, even if you make a pact with yourself that you're not looking and don't care, a piece of you is always waiting for love to happen.

Maybe, I think, someone here will want me. Maybe I'll have a life I've never dared to imagine, in a bright, snug house where there is plenty to eat—warm cake and milky tea with as much sugar as I please. But I am quaking as I make my way up the stairs to the stage.

Molly is the opposite. So many things have gone wrong for her in her seventeen years that she's come to expect it. When something does go right, she hardly knows what to think.

Christina Baker Kline

only link we had to our future was a name scrawled on a piece of paper my father tucked in his shirt pocket as we boarded the ship: a man who had emigrated ten years earlier and now, according to his Kinvara relatives, owned a respectable dining establishment in New York City.

It was worse for Mam, who discovered on the boat she was again with child and could hardly keep any food down. But even with all of this, as I stood on the lower deck outside our dark, cramped rooms in steerage, watching the oily water churn beneath the Agnes Pauline, I felt my spirits lift. Surely, I thought, we would find a place for ourselves in America.

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason—to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?

It's a longing for things to come, possibilities unfolding before me, the charged expectation of change.

Despite the landlord's disapproval, the sweltering heat, the gloomy rooms, and the cacophony of strange noises, so unfamiliar to my country ears, I felt another swell of hope.

I could either wait it out or pack my bags, but I could't force a confrontation with a man who refused to be confronted. So I did what a lot of women do: I kept my head in the sand. And I waited for winter to be over.

If you cannot see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.

If ye canna see the bright side o' life, polish the dull side

So tired am I, so weary of to-day, So unrefreshed from foregone weariness, So overburdened by foreseen distress, So lagging and so stumbling on my way, I scarce can rouse myself to watch or pray, To hope, or aim, or toil for more or less,-- Ah, always less and less, even while I press Forward and toil and aim as best I may. Half-starved of soul and heartsick utterly, Yet lift I up my heart and soul and eyes Which fail in looking upward

God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.

As long as we can tell stories about our ability to survive, the more we will hope, not self-destruct.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...