Quotes About Hope

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you've carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You've changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That's one thing I've learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.

Miwanzo is the word in Swahili for "beginnings." But sometimes everything has to end first and the bottom drop out and every light fizzle and die before a proper beginning can come along.

The first time I saw a narcissus pushing through ice and thriving, I thought it was perfect and wanted that kind of determination for myself.

Dreams can tell us a lot of things," I go on. "They're a kind of map of the inner life. Sometimes thinking of who we might someday be is the only way we can get through the reality of who we actually are.

I loved him for a full year and then, in one night, all my wishing came apart.

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

They had as good a shot at making it as anyone did, but what if marriage didn't solve anything and didn't save anyone even a little bit? What then?

I can't see how I'll make it a year this way," he said. "It seems impossible, I know. But when we're old and doddering, this year will seem like a blink.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. —Frederick Buechner

It had been a false spring, a lie like all the other lies, and I found myself wondering it it would ever really come.

Do you think we can ever leave the past behind?' he said. 'I don't know. I hope so.

If you guys can't make it, what chance do the rest of us have?

Beginning are important, too, darling. You should be patient with life.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

We were here together now, I told myself. Everything was lovely and fine. I should just know it and hold on to it and be happy. I would. I would try.

If the raging waters had reached out to swallow me, I would have let them. I wanted to die that day—I did—and there'd been other times, too. Not many, but they were there, and as I watched Ernest twitch in an uneasy sleep, I couldn't help wondering if we all had them. And if so, if we survived them, was it by chance alone? Hours

I'm hoping it gets easier at some point," I told him. "I still feel awful about the things we said. The things we didn't say. Do you think it's possible to make peace with the past?" "Hell. You can try, I guess. But I'm not sure anyone gets forgiven. Not even then.

Do you think I'll stop worrying when I know he loves me for sure?" "Just listen to yourself." "There's so much to lose." "There always is," she said.

Where was that fierce girl now? I didn't feel any whisper of her stirring in me. I also had no way of knowing how much I was yet supposed to weather—when my father might return, or even if he would. The

In all my years of living in the bush, I had never caught malaria or any other of the terrible fevers or plagues. Now I was felled by something just as serious though more difficult to name—an illness of the spirit.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up. But