Quotes About Hope

So much for playing nice.Tired, I let my eyes shut while they argued, hoping I didn't die in the interim and make the problem moot. I wasn't ever going to get my water. Ever.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

People die, Rachel, Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. Not if I can help it, I snapped. And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

It's going to be all right. You're going to be all right. She's going to leave. You don't have to worry about her again. I won't let any vampire hurt you. I can do this. I'll stay big, and make sure no one hurts you again. It'll be okay. I'll make sure you're safe.

Say what?" Jenks blurted out. "You think those moss wipes are coming back?" "I wish," I muttered. "I've got some serious hurt with their name on it.

Ivy?" I called as I went belowdecks, fear winding between my soul and reason when she didn't answer. The silence ate away at my hope like bitter acid, drop by drop, breath by breath.

What is it you want?" My heart pounded at his promise of freedom. I followed his gaze to my hands and the dirt under my nails. "You," I said.

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. Don't make me promises, I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Hope died hard, and the lie was easier to bear.

It hurts," he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. "All the time. Even when I try." Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. "It will stop one day," I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Even without your trying, and then you'll feel guilty. After that, you'll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

I wanted that feeling back—even if it was a lie. Just for a night, so I wouldn't forget how it felt until I found it again.

A year of hell is worth three minutes in heaven. Or so they say.

I had to start living again, even if it killed me.

I hoped he was right. I'd never heard of a university refusing money.

I was broken, but I wasn't done.

There are two tragedies in life: Not getting what you want, and getting it.

You can only kill disappointment with a new try.

You just don't have faith! Frank repeated. Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

Why read on? Why pick up their book from the far wall where it has been thrown away in disgust and pain, and read on? Why submit to such cruelty, such bad karma, such bad plotting? The reason is simple: these things happened.