Quotes About Hope

All these were things that at present seemed like a dream, because Fascism was in power and Fascism wanted people to let themselves crumble away.

But to look back all the time is boring. Excitement lies in tomorrow.

When you are at the bottom, you find beauty in such little things, and goodness in such little gestures. When I compare any struggle today to ones that I may have had in my childhood, there is nothing that can bring me down.

After I die," my daughter said, "I hope some of my atoms can find their way into a cat.

What is wrong with looking muscular? Muscles are beautiful. Strength is beautiful. Muscle tissue is beautiful. It is metabolically, medically, and philosophically beautiful. Muscles retreat when they're not used, but they will always come back if you give them good reason. No matter how old you get, your muscles never lose hope. Few cells of the body are as capable as muscle cells are of change and reformation, of achievement and transcendence.

When you have put all your faith in man and continue to be disappointed, don't you hope there is something out of there that is not of human element?

It is our hope that writing releases us. Instead maybe it deepens the echo. We call out to our past and the call comes back. We are alone--and not alone.

Lighting a candle helps create a sense of magic.

That dead feeling hits hard and permeates the first year. It comes back to test you often in the following years, but if you get through the first year, then you know about it. It will never have the power to defeat you again.

It was my own human mind. I needed to understand it. Why? It's the writer's landscape. Imagine that a painter has that wild animal to capture on canvas: arresting its fangs, the raging color of its eyes, the blue of it's hump, the flash of its hoofs, the rugged shadow that it casts. We writers have that beast inside us: how we feel, think, hope, dream, perceive.

Today is today and tomorrow may come late this year.

I keep wishing, reflexively, for a glimpse of the future, so I'll know what to do. But I don't kid myself. I have to feel my way forward blindly. I try not to be afraid. Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.

No amount of wishing will bring back the dead.

Jonah's breath came fast and shallow. I reached for his hand. He turned his face to me, his eyes wide with panic. Two frozen ponds. A boy screamed and pounded on the surface, trapped under the ice. Panicking. Trying to break through. But his screams faded, his fists flailed, and he slipped away into the dark. The boy was gone. Nothing left but the ice, clear and smooth enough to skate on.

Tom was okay, but we were just pretending to like each other, hoping that eventually, if we pretended hard enough, it would turn real. Maybe it would and maybe it wouldn't. But Jonah was already real. Even Matthew was real, though I'd never seen him. And they made me real.

El amor enloqueció a Norrie. Espero que nunca me pase a mí.

As many as twenty men who were tortured by Burge are still in prison. Their fight for freedom continues.

My optimism is not based primarily on the successful march of democracy in recent times but rather is based on the experience of having lived in a fear society and studied the mechanics of tyranny that sustain such a society.

As the smoke rose from the car toward the skyline, I couldn't help thinking that, at any moment, everything we had would be consumed by flames.

We need to be united in what or who we are "for," not in what we are against. Our enemy is defeated and will soon cease to exist, but we will remain united in Christ, our core, for eternity.

When we are wrong, Jesus is still with us. When we thought we knew what it meant to follow Him and it all blows up in our face, He is beside us. When we've staked our claim on something, then fall on our face in front of everyone, Jesus is still there.

These are hopeful stories from hopeless times. Without them the grief of this nation would tip it into the sea.

This period in your life, it feels like it's forever. But, if you're lucky, life is long and each of these forevers will oneday seem fleeting.

Men have always fought their misery with dreams. Although dreams were once powerful, they have been made puerile by the movies, radio and newspapers. Among many betrayals, this is the worst.