Quotes About Hope

Name one hero who was happy. You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret. I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it." "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I swear it," he echoed. We sat like that for a moment, hands touching. He grinned. "I feel like I could eat the world raw.

Into such miseries, your son came. Bright as a sunrise, sweet as ripe fruit.

and where there was greed there was hope.

En la oscuridad, dos figuras alargan los brazos a través de una penumbra espesa y penosa. Y cuando las manos se tocan, se derrama la luz de cien urnas doradas, por las que el sol parece salir a borbotones.

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?

I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.

The hills and trees before me, the worms and lions, stones and tender buds, Daedalus' loom, all wavered as if they were a fraying dream. Beneath them was the place I truly dwelt, a cold eternity of endless grief.

The beginning of hope. We have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.

My uncles rubbed their hands and smiled back. They went away, bent over their hopes, thinking what they could not wait to do when Titans ruled again. It was my first lesson. Beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two.

The never ending ache of love and sorrow

whatever tears might have been in me for that lost dream had been parched away.

So that is what I must hope for then? That one day I will see my father in the underworld and he will be sorry?" It is better than some of us get. But I held my peace. He had a right to his anger, and it was not my place to try to take it.

I was used to unhappiness, formless and opaque, stretching out to every horizon. But this had shores, depths, a purpose and a shape. There was hope in it.

My chest trilled with something I could not quite name. Escape, and danger, and hope all at once.

It was dark, and there was only a little moon, which I took to mean that the goddess, if she existed, smiled on me.

And you think to steal time from the Fates?" "Yes." "Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me." For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.

I had not fooled myself with false hope. I was a goddess, and he was a mortal, and both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.

What do children always hope? To make their parents shine with pride. I knew how painful the death of that hope could be.

I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.

I had hoped…" He trailed off, but the rest was clear. What do children always hope? To make their parents shine with pride. I knew how painful the death of that hope could be.

I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated on, believing those dull miseries were all there was, until the end of days.

A moment passed, and then I felt her hand on my back. You will be all right, she said. I have done it, and look, I live.

where there was greed there was hope.

Es correcto buscar la paz para los muertos —insiste Príamo con voz amable—. Tú y yo sabemos bien que no la hay para quienes los sobreviven. —No —susurra Aquiles.