Quotes About Hope

I mean, why? Why did I go on believing? Did it make sense? Why did I go on thinking, even when [he] slammed me around, that if you are good enough, patient enough, for long enough, your reward will come?

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

No seré feliz siempre pero, tal vez, si tengo suerte, no sufriré la angustia de añadir dolor al mundo.

C'è sempre qualcosa che arriva a spezzarti il cuore, anche quando pensi che non ci sia più niente da spezzare.

A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.

The hours passed as they did the rest of the year, until whatever it was we were waiting for commenced.

Was mad, fatal love the only honest love? On the one hand, of course not. On the other, who set out cold-bloodedly to have an affair without even the hope of real feeling, the kind that might last? Was it just naivety on my part, thinking that's how it should happen?

I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself smaller over time. I don't want that to happen to me.

You stayed around your children as long as you could, inhaling the ambient gold shavings of their childhood, and at the last minute you tried to see them off into life and hoped that the little piece of time you'd given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldn't know the outcome for a long time.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it toward you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just more pain. But there's always something else at the end; something at least a little different. You never know what that thing will be, but it's there.

closure, that impossible thing that no one had ever experienced in life, because there always seemed to be a little aperture, a slit of light.

if you hold on, if you force yourself as hard as you can to find some kind of patience in the middle of all your impatience, things can change.

Everyone simply had to wait patiently in order to lose the people they loved one by one, all the while acting as if they weren't waiting for that at all.

the rest of life—that imperfect thing—waiting.

I might have things to look forward to again, things I can't even imagine yet.

Jill told him that he just didn't understand what it meant to have been so promising your whole life and now to be so disappointing in the end.

The city was a paradox, though maybe it had always been one. You could have an excellent life here, even as everything disintegrated.

There was no life Dennis burned to live except, it seemed, a life that wasn't depressed.

Belzhar este singurul mod în care fiecare dintre noi poate avea ceea ce î?i dore?te. Singurul mod în care putem ob?ine din nou lucrul pe care l-am pierdut.

age sixty-eight and still wanting love to exist in a pure column of light, still convinced that it could.

Now they were gathering because the world was unbearable, and they themselves were not.

I wondered whether he might ever love me, and how I might rush that love into existence.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it towards you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just pain.

It seemed so unlikely, but then again, so did many things in life.