Quotes About Hope

Don't cry for a man who's left you--the next one may fall for your smile.

But an intelligent man like you would know that to live in an unrealistic hope is a very foolish way to spend a life." - Lena Gray

He thought about how life never turns out like you think and hope it will.

In my experience, lights at the end of the tunnel tend to flicker out.

If that's what dying is like, I think I can do it!

When I say "hope," I don't mean hope for anything in particular. I guess I just mean thinking that it's worth it to keep one's eyes open.

As it turned out, my fears were unwarranted. Which isn't to say you haven't changed. But the biggest change of all has been a measure of peace. The peace is not total, but in the face of a suffocating anxiety, a measure of peace is no small thing.

I have been trying to place myself in a land of great sunshine, and abandon my will therewith.

I suppose it is possible that one day we will meet again and it will feel as if nothing ever happened between us.

My relatives all say Jane wanted to change the world Then they add None of us can

But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.

Love is not consolation," she wrote. "It is light." All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair?

When I say "hope", I don't mean hope for anything in particular. I guess I just mean it's worth it to keep one's eyes open.

Babies grow in a helix of hope and fear.

One thing they don't tell you bout the blues when you got 'em, you keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom," sings Emmylou Harris, and she may be right. Perhaps it would help to be told that there is no bottom, save, as they say, wherever and whenever you stop digging.

I know we're still here, who knows for how long ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

I suppose it is possible that one day we will meet again and it will feel as if nothing ever happened between us. This seems unimaginable, but the fact is that it happens all the time. "No whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory / of whiteness," wrote Williams. But one can lose the memory of whiteness, too.

We must pursue what's in front of us, not what we can't have or what we have lost. We must grasp what we can reach and hold on, fast.

She glanced up to see that her mother was doing the same and she wanted to say, Do you think of her, do you still catch yourself listening for her footsteps, for her voice, for the sound of her breathing at night, because I do, all the time. I still think that one day I might wake and she will be there, next to me, again; there will have been some wrinkle or pleat in time and we will be back to where we were, when she was living and breathing.

Do you still think of her, do you still catch yourself listening for her footsteps, for the sound of her breathing at night, because I do, all the time. I still think that one day I might wake and she will be there, next to me, again; there will have been some wrinkle or pleat in time and we will be back to where we were, when she was living and breathing.

Oh,' she burst out. 'I hate this—I hate it.' 'What?' 'Just—this. I feel as though I'm waiting for something and I'm getting scared it might never come.

Pero ¿y si sus palabras no fueran suficiente? ¿Y si ella no es remedio suficiente para su dolor sin nombre?

Love is not changed by death and nothing is lost, and all in the end is harvest.