Quotes About Hope

Cut me open and the light streams out. Stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches

Anything past the horizon is invisible, it can only be imagined. You want to see the future but you only see the sky.

You just wanted to prove that there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.

I will come back from the dead for you.

I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.

In these dreams it's always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

These are the dreams we should be having. I shouldn't have to clean them up like this.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand, but it isn't always about me, he keeps saying, though he's talking about the only heart he knows— He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place— well then, game over.

It's a blessing: every day someone shows up at the fence. And when no one shows up, a different kind of blessing. In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

You want a better story. Who wouldn't?

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land.

People get hurt here. People fall down and stay down and I don't like the way the song goes.

You will die in your sleep and leave everything unfinished. This is also speculation. I had obligations: hope, but hope negates the experience. I owe myself nothing. I cut off my head and threw it on the ground.

Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

we laugh and it pits the world against us, we laugh, and we've got nothing left to lose

I try, I do. I try and try. A happy ending?

and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation.

This time everyone has the best intentions. You have cancer.

Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it. I just don't want to die anymore.

I went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. You didn't show up. I kept waiting.

I'll be right here. I'm waiting.