Quotes About Hope

Give the narrative a lighter tone than you think it deserves, dear boy, lighter than you think that you can bear to give it," he instructed before I began to write, "because you won't find the truth of life in morbidity, only in hope.

Saffron "Sunny" Ketterling

He was mad with hope. In reasonable measure, hope sustains us. In great excess, it distorts perceptions, dulls the mind, corrupts the heart to no less an extent than does heroin.

and they believe he or she might have gotten as far as Jacob's Ladder, her island, her home.

After all I've lost, what's left to lose?

Well," he said, "you can either do the wrong thing and let a loss like that destroy you, or you can do the right thing and be properly grateful for all that came before the loss. Grief should drive you to your knees, but if you stay there forever, you're saying you know better than God how the world should work. And you don't." He

The price I paid for that lesson has left my heart an almost empty purse, with just two coins or three clinking at the bottom.

there is only misery in hoping for the wrong thing.

Sometimes life seemed to be a machine designed to crush dreams as effectively as a junkyard hydraulic press crumpled cars into compact cubes.

I was finally convinced of something I had suspected for a long time: God has a sense of humor, and because the world is wondrous, God expects us to find reasons to smile even on the darkest days.

Well, if my father comes down out of the stars, I hope he was Luke Skywalker rather than Jabba the Hutt.

If that were to happen, she couldn't keep her Promise.

on her deathbed... I tell her she is as good a soul as I have ever met or hope to meet, that she is an angel in the flesh, and that I will speak her name to God every night of my life before I go to sleep.

They had formed an alliance for survival and a covenant of affection against the darkness of the world.

I had only asked God for a time-out, which had been granted, but now the clock was ticking again.

After twenty-six months on Jacob's Ladder, her fear has largely faded

This country is ours. America is over. Arcadia is rising in its place.

Podemos caer en el amor: nunca es demasiado tarde. ¿Y por qué, entonces, dormimos odiando? Las creencias no requieren puntos suspensivos para ver que el Infierno es invención nuestra. Hacemos que el Infierno sea de verdad: alimentamos sus fuegos. Y en sus llamas mueren nuestra esperanzas. El Cielo, también, es simplemente una creación nuestra. Podemos otorgarnos nuestra propia salvación. Todo lo que se requiere es imaginación.

She'd always chosen not to be victimized, to resist and fight back, to hold on to hope and dignity and faith in the future. But victimhood was seductive, a release from the responsibility and caring: Fear would be transmuted into weary resignation; failure would no longer generate guilt but, instead, would spawn a comforting self-pity.

who knew that humanity would one day reach childhood's end, who believed intellect could triumph over superstition and ignorance, and who dared to dream.

May the judgment not be too heavy upon us.

Lisa Chelgrin.

we are the instruments of one another's salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light.

Joel Bandiri