Quotes About Hope

People around me invited me into homes that operated on a schedule and where parents spoke encouraging words. They showed me what a stable life could look like. If they hadn't bothered, how would I have even known there was another way to live? You can't aspire to something you've never seen.

when things are out of our hands, that doesn't mean they're not in God's.

How odd, isn't it, that in the end, life comes to surviving more than living.

You can't aspire to something you've never seen.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean.

The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope.

No doubt they will." May turns to me with purpose, stretches intimately close as if she plans to impart a secret. "A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.

World don't turn backward. Turns forward. Future belongs to the man that faces hisself straight on.

There are no bad men. Just the lost looking to be found, sister.

The Lord has afforded breath for another day. The situation could be worse. They'd

Put it behind you. New day comin' and plenty to do.

The opposite of getting your hopes up is not harboring any,

want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not one that goes on forever and cuts all the way to the bone.

We knock on the door and wait

When we have little else, our stories still have value.

I fall quiet in my seat as we circle round and round that miniature city of the future. I wonder, Father, in that future city is there a tiny colored girl who no longer keeps her eyes down?

That's how the grievin' becomes after a time. You've tossed off the black blanket, but scraps of it fall on you unexpected, your life always a quilt with a dark patch or two. The Good Lord uses those to show off the bright colors, I think.

was all right for life not to be perfect. If you let it, if you didn't close yourself off from the chance for it, life could still be good. Better than good.

I want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not one that goes on forever and cuts all the way to the bone.

Stories are a little like mind places. You can do whatever you want with them. I want my stories to have happy endings, where nobody hurts anybody. There's enough hard stuff in the real world.

When I was at Mrs. Murphy's and then the Seviers' house, I thought if I could just get back to the Arcadia, that'd fix everything. I thought it'd fix me, but now I see I was fooling myself, just to keep on going, one day to the next.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending.

Beneath that, she'd added: For Avery, Because you are the one to dream new dreams and blaze new trails. May the dragonflies take you to places beyond your imaginings.

It was all right for life not to be perfect. If you let it, if you didn't close yourself off from the chance for it, life could still be good. Better than good.