Quotes About Hope

I hope you get the good weather" she said. "And I hope you"ll be very, very happy." As I walked down the winding street people kept smiling at me--first two middle aged women, then a woman with a baby, then a grizzled man in a tweed cap and anorak, then two girls my own age. When a boy on a tricycle beamed at me, I finally understood it was because of my own broad smile.

Espaniole later said he had hoped the Mohaves' good treatment of Olive would encourage the whites, in turn, to treat the Mohaves well.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

Maybe she's looking for us," Maureen would say hopefully. "Maybe!" nodded Paul.

All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on, walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.

If There Be Sorrow If there be sorrow let it be for things undone undreamed unrealized unattained to these add one: Love withheld ... restrained

Anyway, I'm sure the guy lives a million miles away." "Or he could live right in your backyard. You never know." I nodded, keeping a poker face, even though the idea of Sir Leo living in my backyard was extremely appealing.

Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

Life has a way of turning things around. Those who mourn well know this. As a result, they also live well--with courage and curiosity.

Because every time someone finds a new animal, or a new amazing thing on earth, it means we haven't broken everything yet.

Even people who've never seen a miracle can believe in miracles.

Maybe we're brokenhearted, but why isn't it rational to have a broken heart? It is utter shit out there, the things you can't control. The world is full of wrongs, and mess and distress and horror. Who can really be blamed for wanting to dig their way down and live in a hole, or disappear into a cave and never be around humans again? If all people do is hurt each other?

The world is full of worse than anyone has yet imagined, and there's only so much room.

Wonders have been born before. Sometimes they've been worshipped. There've been new things over and over, and some creatures have fallen groaning to the ground and others have learned to fly.

Maybe every monster is a miracle meant to change the world.

I'm this thing that emerged from it, some kind of miserable Phoenix.

all most people wish for is more, wishing forever until tongues are parched and hearts are tired of beating. Love is a kind of wish. Wishing for love is the same as wishing for more wishes.

You're still trying to get out of hell, and it's a long climb. You'll think flight may be the answer, but you don't learn to skateboard by watching boys on the half-pipe, and you don't learn to fly by watching boys jump off cliffs, shirtless, skinny, while you hold the car keys.

The rifle in this story is a rifle full of wishes. Maybe all rifles seem to be that, at least for a moment, when they're new, before any finger has touched any trigger. Maybe all rifles seem as though they might grant a person the only thing they've ever wanted.

How many times can you be shattered in the toasting, a champagne flute lifted and listing? How many times will you survive, a woman made of her own history, and more than it? How many times can you put your heart back together? As many times as you need to. You can make it through this.

There is no moment like the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him can have no hope from them afterwards: they will be dissipated, lost, and perish in the hurry and scurry of the world, or sunk in the slough of indolence.

In her confusion she tried to look scornful when Flutter Mildweather said, "One almost always gets what one wishes—one just doesn't know when or how—and that's what makes wishing so frightening. One must wish for what one is able to accept, somehow or other. That's very important to bear in mind. . . .

Death is a butterfly in it's cocoon waiting to fly . . .

Don't let the violence of your past blind you from the peace in your present. Lutti