Quotes About Hope

Their deaths didn't seem to apply to us, maybe because their deaths, like their lives, were exercises in excess. In some ways they were simply living out the music. "I'm wasted," sang the Who. "I hope I die before I get old." And "Why don't you all just f-f-f-f-fade away.

I well up with tears for it. For all of it. On the one hand: the uncertain future. The possibility of another hemorrhage. The chance that my children will be killed in a car accident. The chance that Nic will relapse. A million other catastrophes. On the other: compassion and love. For my parents and family. For my friends. For Karen. For my children. I may feel more fragile and vulnerable, but I experience more consciousness.

We didn't find our rightful audience, but from the ashes of the AC scene, we shall rise again – the Phoenix always does. Our true audience will find its way to us eventually. It's not unusual for a false audience to come first.

Are the fireworks over, or just beginning?

Like the Christian Second Coming, science's promissory materialism is never delivered, and, like the Second Coming, it will never be delivered, yet science's believers go on believing, just as Christian believers go on believing.

And when all the lights have gone out, such as is the case in the modern era, we must look at the brilliance which shines in far off places, and journey to it. We must bring the Grail back to The People. It is up to us to undertake a most perilous journey. Success isn't guaranteed. But we go forth regardless. Do you have the courage to join us?

David Sosnowski

I asked my ex-girlfriend, "Do you think we'll get back together?" She said, "I think the chances are better of me putting Super Unleaded into a rented car."

Place in writing often exists at that intersection between the reality of place and one's imagination about that place -- what one believes, hopes, or imagines about the various possibilities of oneself in that place.

I came at age in the '60s, and initially my hopes and dreams were invested in politics and the movements of the time - the anti-war movement, the civil rights movement. I worked on Bobby Kennedy's campaign for president as a teenager in California and the night he was killed.

After a long discussion of the country's woes, the interviewer asked Bobby, "But you are an optimist?" Kennedy nodded and smiled his weary-eyed smile. "Just because you can't live any other way, can you?" he replied.

When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies, don't you want somebody to love.

Boys dream of war. But men can dream of peace.

Two struggling musicians, always broke, forever hopeful.

We came from many different places, had many different pasts, belonged to a variety of races and nationalities; but under the boiling summer sun, when shade temperatures often reached the century mark, the heat beating our backs like hammer until I felt like a nail myself, we were brothers sharing sweat, building our own Jerusalem in a desolate place.

In 1891, the Indians who remained everywhere poked their heads aboveground and surveyed the desolation of their homelands and asked the question Indians had been asking since the beginning: What can we do next to survive?

Creí enamorarme un par de veces, pero en realidad seguía enamorado de alguien que ya no estaba conmigo.

Amigos nada más, el resto es selva. Caí en la cuenta de que la gente más valiosa en mi vida es la que me ha empujado a fabricar unos ideales, puede que ficticios, pero tan hermosos que da gusto jugar a que existen, apostar por ellos

The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible.

By the Rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.

For a former slave and then an orator and an editor whose political consciousness had awakened with the Mexican War and the Compromise of 1850, who had seen the fate of the slaves bandied about in one political crisis after another, and who had struggled to sustain hope in the face of the Dred Scott decision's egregious denials, a resolute stand by the North against secession and the Slave Power was hardly a sure thing.

a little while at least.

My hopes was that by me writing my demons out, I'd be conquering one of the most important steps… admittance.

In the time of darkest defeat, victory may be nearest.