Quotes About Hope

I love you, he said. It came out in a rush, as if he couldn't wait to get it out. I love you and Jesus, you scare me. Having to give you up was the hardest thing I've ever done, Claire; I can't do it again. Please tell me - please tell me that you're coming back for good. Or at least, if you leave, let me go with you. - Shane, Fall of night

Contuvo el aliento, suspiró y sintió que su corazón se rompía de nuevo, en una forma totalmente nueva y hermosa.

This is the graveyard where they buried our future.

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

Hope was a great deal like fear.

I've never been through what you have, but I've been in the dark a few times. Sometimes the light's just too bright.

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and longing and believing, but then not having.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

Beauty's not only skin deep. Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn't mean that person hasn't suffered like everyone else, doesn't mean they don't hope to still be a good human being in an awful world. (Gabriel)

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with

Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.

Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's t-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?

I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person.

You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it's right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible?

It wasn't about the fantasy. That was now replaced with hope and belief that it could happen, for real.

Here's the thing about love, Mrs. Basil E. replied. You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until your last chances run out.

I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

There are just lots of possibilities in the world, I've decided. Dash. Boris. I need to keep my mind open for what could happen and not decide that the world is hopeless if what I want to happen doesn't happen. Because something else great might happen in between.