Quotes About Hope

I prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.

Your whole life is ahead of you. Don't you ever forget that.

Love's not what makes the world go around.

I think of pain differently now. There is pain that hurts, pain that is so bad you can no longer feel it. Your body just says 'hold on'.

They'd manage. Her ghost from the future had said so. He'd been right about the bad coming. Now she had to trust good would come as well.

They never learn, fish. If they pulled against the line and kept pulling, they'd break it. But they give a tug and wait and hope we've gone away." He winked at her. "Always keep on fighting, Matilda my darlin'. Don't end like a fish.

The 2012 London Olympic Games fostered a generation of hope. I witnessed women participating for the very first time, representing every nation.

My denial and irresponsible attitude about asthma put me at great risk and caused me so much needless suffering. My hope is that the kids I talk to learn to open up about their asthma, become educated about their condition, and seek help.

Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence.

Nick Makoha's Kingdom of Gravity (Peepal Tree Press) is a bold and brilliant poetry debut that does not avert its gaze from trauma and atrocity (exploring along the way the brutal rule of Idi Amin and the civil war) and yet is light on its feet and fills you with hope. The Guardian

Expectations are pre-meditated resentment.8

If you want to see revival, plant your church in the gutter.

There was plenty of green light left in that orange light Em.

The world is made of more than particles. It's made of things you can't hold in your hand, like fear, love, loss, hope, truth.

Ah, even sitting here on my front porch, looking out over the fields, there's a part of me aches to see him walking. To conjure him out of the sunlight in the distance. The shape of my dad, I can almost see it, crossing the field toward me. Come to put his arm around me, reach out an arm to my mother as well, and I'll close my eyes and just breathe.

How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there you'll be.

I suspected other people were better at living than me. Did others elbow their way through fog, rising out of it somedays, relief blending with terror at its return?

We forgive our friends their darkness and focus on their light. Assuming the light returns. If it doesn't, well, the friend must want to sleep, so shut the door and leave them to it.

Maybe, by a certain age, we have all encountered some impossible loss, or at least the accumulation of small sufferings.

Hope is like a giant soap bubble, and you roll around inside it, smiling while it deflates, slowly, cruelly, until you're walking around with this sticky consistency, wrapped across your flesh.

I hope you feel better today. Please ring me at work if you are dead.

and if we can change things that have already happened if those planes can fly in uneasy formation if that splinter moon can blow away the shadows then anything, anything at all.

Farrah Fawcett had courage, she had strength, and she had faith.

We are all afraid for our confidence, for the future, for the world. That is the nature of the human imagination. Yet every man, every civilization, has gone forward because of its engagement with what it has set itself to do.