Quotes About Hope

It was far too much to hope that the feds would investigate or prosecute him, of course, but they were aware that something was not quite right in Smallville—"Small" referring, of course, to Anderson's IQ. That

I went to bed and slid immediately into sleep, visions of dollar bills dancing in my head. They were all waving good-bye. It

Of course I am," I said. "Give her time to get well. Everything will be fine." No lightning struck me when I said it, so I suppose it was possible that I was right.

Life is hard and uncertain, and sometimes a small victory has to be enough.

I finally gave up and blotted my shirt dry the best I could. I left the restroom wearing my semi-wet stained shirt and headed for the lab, hoping I might get some sartorial sympathy from Vince Masuoka.

You wouldn't. You're an aberration," he said. "How do I know you won't kill us all anyway?" I said. "You're the one I need to feed to the fire," he said. "Drop the gun and you can save this girl." "Not terribly convincing," I said, stalling for time, hoping for that time to bring something.

I had finally managed to move the game back to my table, where I knew the rules and the odds, and I had stupidly allowed myself to see just one tiny glimmer of light at the end of the long dark tunnel. And then with a terrible self-satisfied smirk, Life had come breezing in and blown out all the candles again.

But surely there is more. Certainly it could never end like this. Somewhere, somehow, isn't it absolutely essential to the immutable principals of Balance, Righteousness, and a healthy GNP that some small but powerful hole card exists? Shouldn't it be true that some unknown but potent force will emerge and set things right? Somehow, somewhere, isn't there something? There is.

I found Albatross Airlines down at the far end of the terminal. A woman in a brown uniform stood behind the counter. She was about fifty, with a leathery face that looked like my cab driver's twin. I wondered if she was the girlfriend of my new friend on the dock. For his sake, I hoped not.

And yet, I hope. This cannot continue eternally, can it? Something must someday happen. It is not possible that I should be a permanent fixture here, on the ninth floor of TGK, perpetually repeating the same small and meaningless rituals by rote. Someone

Lakukan apa yang kau bisa untuk membawa sedikit keceriaan di dunia yang suram ini, dan jika orang-orang menolak usahamu, itu salah mereka.

Well, then, Brian said. I guess it will be all right - if there's still time for some pie? [Brian Moser]

Jackie looked out at me with a smile that was small, but somehow made me feel like everything was going to be all right. "Hey, sailor," she said. "Would you like a lift?" And the smile got just a little bit wider as she said, "I think it's mojito time." I thought so, too. I got in the car.

Once more I had the sensation of being in the middle of a conversation that had started a few minutes ago without me. But on a morning so full of bright hope, I could be patient. "It was very good paella," I said. "What did you forget to tell me?

Sufficient unto each day is the evil thereof; at least, on the very good days.

anything that might be

No cause that was ever worthy was without its turmoil, its trials, its hopelessness. We are not defeated yet.

knows where he is now. Not here, that's for sure. Hope the Krauts didn't grab him. Buford…Dammit!

May God have mercy on us all.

The past is dead; let it bury it's dead, its hopes and aspirations; before you lies the future. Let me beseech you to lay aside all rancor, all bitter sectional feeling, and to take your places in the ranks of those who will bring about a consummation devoutly to be wished--a reunited country.

You put a certain amount of effort into stitching a jacket or dress and you get the garment you expect. There's no mystery. But you put a thousand times more effort into raising your child and the result is the opposite of what you hope and dream for. This seemed so unfair.

Islands—of times when you're content, you don't think about the loss. Now it's like your world's underwater. All of it. But the water goes down and the islands come up. The water'll be there always but you'll find dry land

God don't give out certain.

Foggy Mountain Breakdown and Other Stories (1997)