Quotes About Hope

The world is dark, and light is precious.

Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside her.

Reader, do you believe that there is such a thing as happily ever after? Or, like Despereaux, have you, too, begun to question the possibility of happy endings?

Nothing is more terrifying to evil than joy.

Yes, ma'am. He figured the world was a sorry affair and that it had enough ugly things in it and what he was going to do was concentrate on putting something sweet in it.

All things are possible. When I was a girl in Blundermeecen, the miraculous happened every day. Or every other day. Or every third day. Actually, sometimes it did not happen at all, even on the third day. But still, we expected it. You see what I'm saying? Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.

Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home.

What is it to know that people will come searching for you? Everything.

I don't know, Louisiana. I can't see into the future. I do think that, more often than not, love has a way of finding us.

How much could a heart hold? ... The goat was in his heart, too. Seemingly, the heart could hold an untold amount of things--letters and people and goats and bees. Seemingly, there was no limit to what it could contain.

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Why would you save me? Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.' - A Tale of Despereaux, Kate Dicamillo - P. 81

Mon Dieu, look, look, says Antoinette. He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse. Forgiven, whispers Lester. Cripes, says Furlough, unbelievable. Just so, says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. Just so. And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?

And when times are terrible, soup is the answer.

We shall all, in the end, be led to where we belong, said the blackbird. We shall all, in the end, find our way home, intoned the bird.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story.

Stories are light, light is precious in a world so dark.

I ain't the Princess Pea But someday I will be, The Pea, ha-hee. Someday, I will be.

That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.

If only I had wings, he thought, I could fly to her.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars.

It was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.