Quotes About Hope

We saw our friends die. But we also see our friends live. So many of them live, and we often toast their long and full lives. They carry us on.

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That lasting things do, in fact, last.

There are many things that can keep you in a relationship. Fear of being alone, Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life.A decision to settle for something that's okay. Because you don;t know if you can get any better. Or maybe there's the irrational belief that it will get better even if you know he won't change.

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.

We found out a long time ago that we weren't meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him

That joy in discovering that the right person at the right time can open all the windows and unlock all the doors.

Oh, honey, she says when I'm done with my wallowing, it's like my grandma used to say: Just when you think life's got you in a gutter, a tornado will come along and destroy your house. And then you rebuild? I ask. Well, she never mentioned that part, but I suppose it could happen. I am not cheered up.

It's okay, I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like It's okay not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

i want him to give up, no. no, i don't.

Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

The promise of a kiss will carry us forward.

But when it seems insurmountable, I need reminders like this that you can get used to it. That it can take on the comfort of the right choice. That lasting things do, in fact, last.

There is nothing more painful than watching someone give up on you.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

There are those moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

I'm just looking for someone, I hedge. Aren't we all? Infinite Darlene vamps ruefully. I think I'm off the hook, but then she adds, Is it someone special? It's nothing, I say, crossing my fingers. I pray that it's not nothing.

On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that. I honestly believe that. I think we saw the way humanity works on that day, and while some of it was horrifying, so much of it was good.

I am trying not to think of what will happen next. I am trying not to think of endings.

Everything is in its right place, and my heart wants to believe this can always be true. My heart wants to make it true, even as something darker tugs it away.