Quotes About Hope

life would go back to being unendurable, except-and this was the worst part-she would in fact endure it, it wouldn't kill her, she'd keep on living day after day after day, an endless loop of glorious sunrises and sunsets that Janie never got to see.

life goes on. We live to play another day.

now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

They probably felt like it was the end of the world. But it turned out to be the making of them. The lowest point of your life can lead to the highest.

when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

The doctors would fix her head and everything would be OK. She began shoving things back into the backpack. As she picked up the leather-bound diary, a photo fell out. It was a photo of three children in school uniform. It was obviously a posed shot because they were sitting in a row on a step with their elbows on their knees and their chins in their hands. There were two girls and a boy. The boy was in the middle. He had

I hate you all. For no particular reason. I guess it's for the sympathy, the pity and understanding, but most of all, for the hope.

I'm only temporarily tragic, she told herself

There was nothing Joy could do to change the outcome of her children's lives, any more than she could have changed the outcome of their matches, no matter how hard

send a message back through time to her fourteen-year-old self: "Don't worry, it all works out. You get a personality, you get a job, you work out what to do with your hair, and you get a boy who thinks you're beautiful.

It wasn't so much the things that her fourteen-year-old self wanted. It was the fact that she so blissfully, so completely, believed she had a right to want anything.

The violent chords and strident voices were so startlingly different from the chiming, bubbling relaxation tapes she played all day that it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her head. The Violent Femmes reminded her of the eighties, and being a teenager, and feeling supercharged with hormones and hope.

Nico said there were good floorboards waiting beneath the vile carpet in the house they'd just bought. Amazing to think something beautiful could lie beneath the ugliness and all you had to do was peel it away.

the human aspiration to fly." "It's really lovely," said Frances.

You were sad and hurt. Maybe your heart was broken, but you weren't broken

Sometimes it felt like Zoe was just waiting out her life now, enduring it, ticking off events and days and months and years, as if she just had to get herself through something unspecified and then things would be better, except she never got through it and it never got better and she would never forgive him. His death was the ultimate 'fuck you'.

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

And maybe she didn't need to go ahead with the Plan after all. Maybe it was going to be OK. Maybe that clamping sensation around her head was gone.

the world was adrift on a sea of tears

Dear Tess, she read. This is probably a silly gift for a girl. I never did know the right thing to buy you. I was trying to think of something that would help when you're feeling lost. I remember feeling lost. It was bloody awful. But I always had you. Hope you find your way, Love Dad.

Have you heard the phrase 'hitting rock bottom'?" she said. She didn't wait for an answer. I noticed her voice had changed subtly. She was speaking in her "professional" voice. "It's something that happens to addicts when they finally break down in every way possible: physically, spiritually, emotionally.

Dear Tess", she read. "This is probably a silly gift for a girl. I never did know the right thing to buy you. I was trying to think of something that would help when you are feeling lost. I remember feeling lost. It was bloody awful. But I always had you. Hope you find your way. Love, Dad." Tess felt something rise within her chest. I guess it's quite pretty, said Lucy, taking the compass and turning it this way and that.

It felt like another loss. Each time he thought he was doing well, avoiding the hope. Each time he told himself: I have no expectations, but with each new failure it hurt so much he understood the hope had been there after all, flitting seductively around his subconscious. It didn't get easier either. It got worse. A cumulative effect. Loss upon loss.