Quotes About Hope

Rick Mofina

Happiness is just the absence of pain. It's the best I can hope for.

Fuck 'em. Call it whatever you want. Maybe it's just two people clinging to each other to stay alive. Maybe sometimes that's all love gets to be. And, maybe, if they hold onto each other long enough . . . maybe something good finally happens.

Hope is a lie that becomes true

Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.

It's him, I said. Typhon. I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!

Percy smiled. He knew the stakes were high. He knew this day could go horribly wrong. But he also knew that Annabeth was on that ship.If things went right , this would be the best day of his life. He threw one arm around Hazel and one arm around Frank. Come on, he said. Let me introduce you to my other family.

Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works. I am praying. I'm talking to you, right? Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!

That's because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family? Weapons, Frank grumbled. Right. I've never handled weapons before. Grandmother's nostrils flared. Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang? Yes, Grandmother. Good. There may be hope for you yet.

Aretmis gripped her bow. "Let us pray I am wrong." Can goddesses pray?

Right, she said, We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.

Now, now, Bast said. It's not so bad. Right, I said. We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end. That's the spirit! Bast said brightly. Now, let's have a picnic.

Frank heard a laugh behind him. He glanced back and couldn't believe what he saw. Nico di Angelo was actually smiling. That's more like it, Nico said. Let's turn this tide!

For a moment, Percy actually remembered what it was like to be happy. He had an amazing girlfriend. They could have a future together.

But Grover's voice was already growing fainter. 'Sweet dreams. Don't let me die!

Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum...

She tied her blond hair back with a strip of denim torn from her pants leg, and in the fiery light of the river, her grey eyes flickered. Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy. So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving? He was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.

Death has more in common with Love than you might imagine.

It almost made me long for the flying pig. --Percy

I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying.

Annabeth laced her fingers through his. In the light of his bronze sword, her face was beautiful. 'We're together,' she reminded him. 'We'll get through this.

Hope does not leave without being given permission.

At this point, most people would have thrown themselves down on the ground and given up hope. And by most people, I mean me.

You're the last Olympian,' I said. 'And the most important.' And why is that, Percy Jackson?' Because Hope survives best at the hearth,' I said.