Quotes About Hope

She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.

Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe

But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Life was what happened when all the what-if's didn't, when what you dreamed or hoped or—in this case—feared might come to pass passed by instead. Alex had spent enough nights thinking of good fortune, of how it was thin as a veil, how seamlessly you might stream from one side to the other.

if my parents had their doubts about Hitler's vision for Germany, they appreciated his optimism and the hope that our country could regain its greatness.

The reason it's important to believe in something, he said, is because you can.

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending.

They can take away my livelihood and my food and"—here his voice hitched—"my grandson. But they can't take away my dreams." His

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow – beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

I don't think religions are based on lies, but I don't think they're based on truths, either. I think they come about because of what people need at the time that they need them. Like the World Series player who won't take off his lucky socks, or the mother of the sick child who believes that her baby can sleep only if she's sitting by the crib – believers need, by definition, something to believe in.

into a conversation. I am hoping that

That's what happens to dreams," Charlotte said. "Life gets in the way.

Things had a way of working out for the best, when you let them run their course. -Plain Truth

A square meter of earth, Dostoevski said; if all you had was a square meter of earth to stand on, and nothing around you but impenetrable fog, living would be preferable to dying.

Unless the war changed radically, our chances of surviving the next three years were microscopic. We were remarkably healthy victims of a terminal disease(...).

We did have the consolation, not small, that however short the remainder of our lives would be, we would at least be together.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

Wherever you are — it's too early to draw a conclusion. You may be down, but you're not done. Today's defeat could be tomorrow's gold.

No matter how bad things get, you always get yourself sorted out in the end, don't you?

Please let there be a heaven for everything that is too pitiful to believe.

What Mr. Albee most desires is for the Model UN, the entire group of them, all eleven, even the scoundrel Quinn, to be there waiting, when he gets home each dreary night, and there again when he awakes in the morning, all of them politely debating one another with their resplendent voices, their hearts—which have not yet been broken by anything more serious than an unrequited crush or an unfair grade—quietly aglow with everything.

The sky was as dark as it had ever been. Frozen, exhausted, and out of breath, they fumbled forward together once more. In the end, all they had done was cross from one kind of desolation to another.

no matter what is happening in your life, no matter what you think will happen, it can be another way.