Quotes About Hope

Depressie is ook kleiner dan jij. Zij is altijd kleiner dan jij, zelfs al lijkt ze onmetelijk. Ze zit binnen in jou, niet andersom. Als een donkere wolk die overtrekt, maar - als dat de metafoor is- dan ben jij de lucht. Jij was er eerder. En een luchtloze wolk bestaat niet, maar een wolkeloze lucht wel.

And it was different because she was alive, when she had so nearly been dead. And because that had been her choice. A choice to live.

Yesterday I knew I had no future, and that it was impossible for me to accept my life as it is now. And yet today, that same messy life seems full of hope. Potential.

I soon discovered the act of talking is in itself a therapy. Where talk exists, so does hope.

Nothing is stronger than a small hope that doesn't give up. Nothing is stronger than a small hope that doesn't give up. Nothing is stronger than a small hope that doesn't give up.

Depression is also . . . Smaller than you. Always, it is smaller than you, even when it feels vast. It operates within you, you do not operate within it. It may be a dark cloud passing across the sky, but—if that is the metaphor—you are the sky.

THEN ME: I need a reason to stay alive. I need something strong that will keep me here. NOW ME: Okay, okay, give me a minute . . .

Maybe there was no perfect life for her, but somewhere, surely, there was a life worth living.

Love is an attitude to life. It can save us.

This. This right here is why I wanted to become a teacher. To know that it is possible to change the world for the better, in however small a way.

That feeling you have, that everything is going to get worse, is just a symptom.

Esquivaré en mi vida, milagrosamente, el dolor, la desesperanza, la pérdida, el desamor, las penurias, la soledad, la depresión? No. Pero ¿quiero vivir? Sí. Sí, desde luego Mil veces, sí.

No, the shock was that she felt like she was about to live. Or at least, that she could imagine wanting to be alive again. And she wanted to do something good with that life.

Albert Camus said, "There is no love of life without despair of life.

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There was no such thing as impossible. I knew that, because I also knew that everything was impossible, and so the only possibilities in life were impossibilities.

The impossible, I suppose, happens via living. Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No. But do I want to live? Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.

so every present moment is paying for a future one.

Words are seeds. Language is a way back to life. And it is sometimes the most vital comfort we have.

Nora wanted to live in a world where cruelty existed, but the only worlds she had available to her were worlds with humans in them.

Adrift: Seventy-six Days Lost at Sea

It's dull. It's the dullest life you can imagine. Here, you have pain, and loss, that's the price. But the rewards can be wonderful, Gulliver.

You haven't failed, In a moment of sadness. You haven't lost, In a moment of defeat. You are not a statue Standing in an eternal contrapposto. You are a thing in motion: A rising tide, a cresting wave. Your vast depths witness Every marvel, every wonder: You are, then, marvelous, And wonderful. So: Don't fight the moon. Allow every tide. And give all your wrecked ships The space to hide.