Quotes About Hope

Depressed, I went for a long walk to figure out what to do about my healthy mental state. Didn't electroshock therapy mess up your mind if you were sane when they zapped you? I thought I'd read something about that somewhere, but I also didn't have access to an electroshock therapy device. The best I could do was stick my finger in a light bulb socket. That didn't seem like the answer. What did insane people do? Well,

at least things didn't appear to be moving in a "Let's snap the wishbone" direction.

I'd held my job in the mailroom of a heartless corporation run by sinister men in dark suits for over three months now, and today at lunch my boss' boss had nodded and half-smiled in my direction. My future was looking bright.

For the next few minutes I reviewed my available options, and I came up with the following plan: hope that somebody showed up to rescue me. Or,

But, in the end, joy cannot fend off evil. Joy can only remind you why you fight.

I was alive, and from past experience I knew in time I would forget enough to again pretend that we could someday be free.

What is too much to bear? Not being alive is too much to bear.

Talking around the edge of a catastrophe. But wasn't that what people did, if you were still alive?

Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful—and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless

As the storm washed over them and they huddled there not knowing their futures until it had passed and all was still. None of them ready. Thought they were in the middle. Not the end.

Don't yield! Keep up your courage! The same sun looks down on all of us!

If the peace lily stops flowering, just be patient. It will bloom again.

Em tudo há alguma coisa de bom. A questão é descobrir onde está.

Into the eyes of those she met Pollyanna smiled joyously. She was disappointed—but not surprised—that she received no answering smile in return. She was used to that now—in Boston. She still smiled, however, hopefully: there might be some one, sometime, who would smile back.

I know, father-among-the-angels, I'm not playing the game one bit now—not one bit; but I don't believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone 'way off up here in the dark—like this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladies' Aider, it would be easier! Down-stairs

I've got something besides the weather to think of. I don't know whether the sun shines or not. Pollyanna beamed joyously. No, sir; I thought you didn't. That's why I told you.

the Rev. Paul Ford climbed the hill and entered the Pendleton Woods, hoping that the hushed beauty of God's out-of-doors would still teh tumult that His children of men had wrought.

Entraron al Portal de los Varilleros pidiéndole a Dios que las convirtiera en moscas, pero a esa hora las moscas se habían ido a dormir y Dios había olvidado su forma y su tamaño. Y el milagro no les fue concedido

En esos días aún creíamos en la noche sobresaltada de cantos y en el despertar gozoso del regreso.

La promesa de la inmortalidad basta para poner en pie una religión.

The sorrows of the world are, because we live too little in the future.

Napoleon is said to have had hopes of August 15th. There is an irresistible attraction in the idea of linking one's name with a regularly recurring date.

There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win.

It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings--his last hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again...When I awoke, in the daylight, I could see Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse.