Quotes About Hope

Nothing but good times ahead.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.

For I have seen it and I have felt it and it is love, not death, that undoes us.

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

Should you ever decide, in those small dark hours, to hang yourself, well, that is your choice. But don't hunt for the rope until morning. By then you'll find a much better use for it.

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

That's what we do with our pain," she said, watching the butterfly rise. "We make it into something beautiful." "We make it into something meaningful," said the diva. "We make it matter," whispered the actress.

The worst day above ground is better than any day under it.

Lots of things are impossible," she said softly. "Until they're not.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

What's done is done. Whether to you, or by you, and you cannot change it. But what's not done is not done. And there, both hope and hazard lie.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't think of the past. And of all the things he'd lost. He thought only of the present, and what he had. And how it was so much more than he deserved. And he prayed then that he would never, ever lose it.

I lift my face to the night sky. It's still dark. But I can see the stars.

It's not pride I'm feeling. It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent, and hot. This one sits inside you quietly and eats you from the inside out like the trichina worms the pigs get. It's the Eighth Deadly Sin. The one God left out. Hope.

How it grieves me to think that the world always wins... but it goes on, this world, stupid and brutal. But I do not. I do not.

Most people will fight when there is some hope of winning, no matter how slim. They are called brave. Only a few will keep fighting when all hope is gone. They are called warriors.

He had known the rarest of things -love, real love - he'd held it in his hand and he'd thrown it away. What was left for him? A lifetime of second-bests

By changing a life, just one life, you -can- change the world. It is the only way anyone ever has. [Anna of Cleves]

I want to have hope, I can't help it, but I'm almost afraid to," Serafina