Quotes About Hope

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath. And with Rhiannon, it seems as if the understanding has already surfaced. Any vestige of doubt has been swept away.

incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.

We are face to face with enormity again, but this time we are going to make it through. It is a moment we can get out of. Together.

I still find it hard to see Ground Zero. I still find it hard to witness the nothingness. The lights are not a remedy for this. There will never be a remedy for this. But they are a strikingly apt presence. They are both something and nothing at once. They fill the space without claiming it as their own. They are translucent. They blur.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough...

does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees?

Love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

there was still the thrill of those opening credits that carried us through the harder times, that sustained our faith in a city that often didn't show much faith in us.

If we go through this thing and it changes us so much, you have to hope that it changes us for the better, right? If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends

Back to the present. I found you in my locker the next morning. Not you. A photograph. But for a moment, it felt like finding a body, It felt like finding what you I needed to be found.

I can't imagine it. It doesn't feel like a believable future. Which feels like a cop-out. Because who wants to end up with a future that was always believable?

Because this is only going to get worse," she said. "So we must buck up, put on a kind face, and get on with it." "Get on with what?" "Life. In all its bittersweet glory.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all eveidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with. Somebody who wouldn't judge another for the prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations.

Belief. That's what I want for Christmas. Look it up. Maybe there's more meaning there than I understand. Maybe you could explain it to me?

As a kid he wished for money or fame or toys or friends. More recent wishes were for so many other things, all of them synonymous with love or escape.

Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation.

It is easy for me to say it took me awhile to know. That is about as accurate as I can get. There were sneak previews of knowing, for sure. Instances that me feel, oh, this could be right. But the moment I shifted from a hope that needed to be proven to a certainty that would be continually challenged? There's no pinpointing that.

Please tell me this pity party ends early. Or at least serves cake.

When a first date really works, it works like this: You feel the thrill of opening to the first page of a book. And you know -instinctively, you know- it's going to be a very long book.

I will not let myself think that things are suddenly better. I will not let myself think that we've somehow escaped the us we always end up being. But at the same time, I will not deny what's happening. I will not deny this happiness. Because if happiness feels real, it almost doesn't matter if it's real or not.

If there is one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.