Quotes About Hope

In some animal part of my brain, I guess I thought looking her up might somehow summon her. So I never did. And she came anyway.

Since then, he could only ever think about his sister, one wall away. And how he hoped Deenie never did things like this. With guys like him.

You spend a long time waiting for life to start – her past year or two filled with all these firsts, everything new and terrifying and significant – and then it does start and you realise it isn't what you'd expected, or asked for.

Is it optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

I leaned my head back, and waited for the sunrise.

They were the words she'd waited her entire life for, words of acceptance, of love, and Imogene knew this was finally her chance to hear them, her chance to be the daughter her father had always wanted, the daughter he'd lost when Chloe died. This time, she wouldn't fail. Not this time.

It is optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

You know what the best part of the stars is?" "What's that?" "They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars." "Yeah? So?" "So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.

The way I see it, Elle. Scars are proof we can survive.

Because my life's been so much richer for having had her in it, you see. And I know I'll see her again. I believe I will. I wouldn't trade one minute of what we had together even if it meant I'd never have to feel this way.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for. —Ann Patchett, from the essay The Sense of an Ending

Could it really be so easy? Could someone who'd almost slipped through my fingers be within my grasp again—just like that? Maybe that's the thing about real love...it comes easier than the kind you have to break yourself for.

For anyone who's ever thought of giving up the dream . . . don't. Keep dreaming.

And every time we're together, I tell myself not to hope that this time you'll just fucking see that there is nobody else for you. That you'll give me a chance to prove we're good together,

Sometimes love takes you by the hand and leads you to run through fields of flowers while butterflies weave you a dress out of rainbows. Other times, love takes you by the throat and chokes you until all you see is the bright, sharp trail of shooting stars right before everything turns to black. The problem is, you can never tell in advance which way the story ends, not until you're too far into it, and you have no choice but to keep turning the pages.

That's what it means. One day you will run toward something instead of away, and then you will understand.

All we need is right here. The two of us will find a way to make things work. That it will all be okay.

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

Prayers are answered in one of four ways," she said. "Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . ." She paused long enough for my impatience to show. "And what's the fourth answer?" "Wait," she said.

It kind of makes me wish that the worst thing that will ever happen to me would just hurry up and happen already. That way I could live the rest of my life in bliss, if only because I know how much worse things could be.

there's too much tension in the world… what hope is there in the middle east if you and i can't make peace.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.