Quotes About Hope

But I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I have never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.

She knew: shit, we might as well have been drinking a dog's tears. Nothing mattered except that we were alive.

The soybean crop was dead again, and the failed, whilted cornstalks were laid out on the ground like rows of underthings. Most of the farmers didn't even plant anymore. All the false visions had been erased. It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.

Gladys had seen all of this, and she made it his to know. She'd lost her future to death, and lost her child to life.

There's a price to be paid for dreaming.

That night I sat in a booth across from Kid Williams, a former boxer. His black hands were lumpy and mutilated. I always had the feeling he might suddenly reach out his hands and strangle me to death. He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

God, what is going on? Why are You leaving me with the one man who has the power to break me?

When you can't trust others, and you can't trust yourself, you can always trust God. He'll carry you through whatever comes your way.

January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter

Jesus is true to His Word: He will deliver us from every one of our pains and sorrows.

Charm was the luxury of those who still believed in the essential rightness of things. In purity and picket fences.

It was one of those sneaky days in late winter where spring came along to get a lay of the land.

Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of feeling tired. We want the old days back, and we don't even remember them, and we want to push into the future, paradoxically, at top speed.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

It never works that way. Once that ugliness has been forced into you, it becomes part of your blood, dilutes it, races through your heart and back out again, staining everything as it goes. The ugliness never goes away, never comes out, no matter what you do. Anyone who thinks otherwise is naive. All you can do is hope to control it.

She was guilty, after all, of success, a success that stemmed from birthright and privilege. She took hope for granted, saw opportunity as her due, and had never really had to worry about vanishing into a sea of unseen faces and unseen voices.

I'd like to be sitting here five years from now, Marshal, and know you're still in the world. Teddy looked down at the hand on his knee. Looked up at Cawley. I would too, he said softly.

I'll be waiting at the airport.' 'You just made my year' she said. 'You made my life.

glancing sideways right back at him with a secretive smile, and he considers the possibility that maybe the opposite of hate is not love. It's hope. Because hate takes years to build, but hope can come sliding around the corner when you're not even looking.

Dennis Lehane

Brendan looked at the card. He kept his eyes on it when he said, "I loved her so much. I…I ain't ever going to feel that again. I mean, it don't happen twice, right?" He looked up at Whitey and Sean. His eyes were dry, but the pain in them was something Sean wanted to duck from. "It don't happen once, most cases," Whitey said.

If a man was lucky, he was moving toward something his whole life.

He was just getting started. He was ready to bust wide open. He could feel it. Big things. Big things were coming. From him. From everywhere. That was the feeling he got lately, as if the whole world had been held in a stable, him included. But soon, soon it was going to bust out all over the place.

After all this suffering, the faces seemed to ask, are we to accept that suffering is the point?