Quotes About Hope

So much longing. So many lives filled with longing. It's what stories? all our stories? are made of. And what is longing made of except hope?

You can make those promises with just as much passion the second time around. Such is the regenerative power of the human heart.

The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

Love is the only prayer I know.

It has never been, and never will be easy work! But the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

Maybe she would remember who he was, and maybe she would come back.

It's just that without wanting to or trying to—and for years I was deliberately trying not to—I held on to love. Or it held on to me. Not active love; not love, the verb form. It was more just there, a small, unshakable thing, leftover, useless, as vestigial as wisdom teeth or a tailbone, but still potent enough so that when I heard his voice on the phone, my heart gave a tiny jump of hope that made me want to slap it.

She only hoped, and her hope was slender- a wisp of hope, a ghost.

You're his blue sky. When everything else is darkness. But is he yours?

The next day, Mary walked through the rubble of their destroyed house. They had never had anything but now they had nothing. Mary realized how different those two conditions were.

Just when you think you've hit rock bottom, you realize you're standing on another trapdoor.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

They spoke little of the past. Instead, they looked to all that life here in this new land, America, would bring them and their children. Their heads and hearts were full of dreams and plans for the future, and the years together

If people don't change their minds, there's no hope for the human race.

The heart always finds a way.

Chiara grew serious. 'Our generation hardly knows what happiness is,' she said. 'Everything's been messed up for us. Even when the war is over, there'll be years of gloom to follow. Take this in both hands, darling. It's a gift from the gods.

Yesterday was always leaving and there was always tomorrow, waiting at the door.

Life was not perfect, but everyone deserved a shot at happiness. You had to take your chances. Sometimes you had to accept a compromise. And just because you'd made one mistake didn't mean you were doomed to repeat that mistake, or live with its consequences forever.

There's been so much destruction and unhappiness around me – and my life has been a fairy tale.

Teacher: What do you want to be when you grow up? Marji: I'll be a prophet.

I have been so busy asking for faith that I forgot to ask for patience.

Never a goodbye, always a see you later.

Good God, with a bounty Look down on Marion County, For the soil is so pore, and so awful rooty, too, I don't know what to God the pore folks gonna do.

she kept hoping Mulder and Scully would kiss each other well and good. Having a relationship vicariously through fantasy and excellent scripting was all Aggie had at the moment - and to be honest, it wasn't all that bad. Her imagination was always better than reality...