Quotes About Hope

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

It comes with faith, for with complete faith there is no fear of what faces you in life or death.

Le fait est que, de renoncement en renoncement, Anne se sent depuis quelques temps devenir de plus en plus riche. C'est comme si chacun des espoirs, auxquels naguère elle se cramponnait, avait été une espèce d'amarre , la fixant et l'entravant; et, à chaque amarre rompue, ou bien lâchée, quelque chose en elle bascule, dérive, retrouve un meilleur équilibre. (p217)

Il est toujours fort difficile de dire à quel moment une crainte s'est transformée en certitude et quelle mince donnée supplémentaire a changé la face des choses. On se sentait encore soutenu par un petit souffle d'espérance, dont on ne s'avouait pas le progressif affaiblissement. Et puis, passé un certain cap, on s'aperçoit qu'il n'est plus là et que l'on s'en doutait depuis un bon moment.

I only know the stony plain, wandering, and the gradual loss of hope. I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct. Perhaps, somewhere humanity is flourishing under the stars, unaware that a daughter of its blood is ending her days in silence. There is nothing we can do about it.

The reality is not always our destiny.

One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness.

Changing my own actions may not change the world, but it's a start.

No one should give up a dream without giving it a chance to come true.

I try to have reasonably happy endings because I would hate any child to be cast down in gloom and despair; I want to show them you can find a way out of it.

wow it was sad the break up thing in xmas but in the end they got back together but the father soo hush to the children

Jacqueline Wilson

Thus a day that had seen so many tears ended in the midst of a rainbow.

Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to think hopefully of the future.

It's because it's the beginning, and also the end. That was what she loved about the place where the water met the land. A promise of something fresh, a suggestion that even if what is happening now is to be suffered, there is an end and a beginning.

We all have the same dream, my grandmother says. To live equal in a country that's supposed to be the land of the free. She lets out a long breath, deep remembering.

Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone—adults promising us their own failed futures.

Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it's becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.

we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn.

Some evenings, I kneel toward Mecca with my uncle. Maybe Mecca is the place Leftie goes to in his mind, when the memory of losing his arm becomes too much. Maybe Mecca is good memories, presents and stories and poetry and arroz con pollo and family and friends... Maybe Mecca is the place everyone is looking for... It's out there in front of you, my uncle says. I know I'll know it when I get there.

Someday somebody's going to come along and knock this old fence down.

Creating a novel means moving into the past, the hoped for, the imagined. It is an emotional journey, fraught at times with characters who don't always do or say what a writer wishes.

I am born as the South explodes, too many people too many years enslaved, then emancipated but not free, the people who look like me keep fighting and marching and getting killed so that today— February 12, 1963 and every day from this moment on, brown children like me can grow up free. Can grow up learning and voting and walking and riding wherever we want. I am born in Ohio but the stories of South Carolina already run like rivers through my veins.

Back then, we still all believed in happy endings. None of us knew yet how many endings and beginnings one story could have.