Quotes About Hope

they'll all divorce—everyone will divorce. An entire generation will throw off the fetters of rote commitment in favor of invention, hope—and we, their children, will try to locate the moment we lost them and worry that it was our fault.

In Naples, there were kids who were just lost. You knew they were never going to get back to what they'd been, or have a normal life. And then there were other ones who you though, maybe they will. What I'm saying is, we're the survivors. Not everyone is. But we are. Okay?

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

Your desultory twenties," my mother calls my lost time, trying to make it sound reasonable and fun, but it started before I was twenty and lasted much longer. I'm praying it's over.

STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing

An army of children: the incarnation of faith in those who weren't aware of having any left.

a higher power touched our mother's head and said: Stop what you're doing! Two little girls are waiting to be born, and you need to have them right away, because the world is desperate for their brightness.

If wishing could make men die, there'd be nary a live one left." As suddenly

Bernadette longs for this moment as if it had already passed, as if it could have been. Yet here it is.

Jules put his arm around her. "If you'd asked me this morning, I would have said we were finished," he said. "All of us, the whole country—the fucking world. But now I feel the opposite." Stephanie knew. She could practically hear the hope sluicing through her brother. "So what's the answer?" she asked. "Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

An entire generation will throw off the fetters of rote commitment in favor of invention, hope—and we, their children, will try to locate the moment we lost them and worry that it was our fault.

I understand now that nothing will ever happen between M and me, precisely because it has just come so close to happening and yet not happened.

He tipped back his head to look at the sky, its torn beauty rinsed and salved by fog, and imagined he was seeing their opioid dreams rising into heaven.

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.

If I could imagine the past with compassion, why couldn't I breathe hope into an imagined future?

I think it's very human, the hope that an all-encompassing love will change us into someone else, someone better. That this hope usually turns out to be false makes it no less human; the world is full of hopes far more unlikely than being transformed by love.

I thought the divorce statistics would never apply to me. I was beyond heartbroken when they did. But I got up and got on with it. I also kept my belief in marriage.

You think the worst is behind you, but it's never behind you. In fact, saying something is the worst does not leave room for all the bad stuff that can follow it. You say the pain is nine, but you mean ten. You leave room.

So we just hope that all of these governors who are grappling will be able to provide the basic services to our citizens and not have to cut things that really are painful.

When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know.

I am committed to justice because first I believed that truly God so loved this broken, aching world.

Our only hope is to follow the example of Jesus and get back out there, winning people over with ridiculous love