Quotes About Hope

What makes the gospel good news isn't the concept, but the real-life person who has been changed by it.[90]

Dreams do come true. If anyone's proof of that, it's me.

That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

Jennifer L. Holm

It's a happy beginning.

I was sad. I was heartbroken. I was scared. But it was only through adversity that I found my saving graces. Sometimes they came from unexpected sources—a song, a challenge, or a friend. It was my responsibility to make the most of them, apply them to my life, act on them, and rise to the occasion.

Ayer los dos soñábamos con un mundo perfecto . . . (Yesterday, we were dreaming a perfect world . . .) —"QUÉ HICISTE

Sometimes you have to explore the darkness to get to the light and get back to who you are.

I came to see you," Jameson told me. "Every day. The least you could have done was wake up while I was here, tragically backlit, unspeakably handsome, and waiting.

A few months ago, she'd gotten a tattoo, a single word inked from wrist bone to wrist bone, just under the heel of her hand. SURVIVOR.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Believe me," he said simply.

No. I couldn't do this, couldn't go down that rabbit hole. Ivy's going to be fine. I'll hate her forever if something happens to her. She's going to be fine.

I wondered if this was what Pandora had felt like the moment she opened the box.

Ivy gave the woman's hand a firm squeeze before letting it go. "What do you need?" she asked. "We're holding up." That, too, sounded like a rote reply, recited over and over again in hopes that it might somehow become the truth.

She wasn't going to sit and wait. She was done waiting, because you could spend your whole life waiting for something to happen. Something big. You could wait and wait, and even if something big happened, even if it finally happened—it didn't change anything.

You may be tested by the flames, but you need not burn.

You may be tested by flames but you need not burn

She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time." An incantation.

The people who are stuck between here and there, waiting. It reminds me of winter, how everything is all pale and cold and full of nothing, and all you can do is wait for spring.

Lexie and I made little paper boats like that and sent them down the canal that flowed to the stream. She'd write messages inside them, hoping they would get carried far away, be picked up by a stranger who would read: I'm being held prisoner, send help, please! This is a note from the other side of the world. Everything is upside down here.

we all do what we think is best. Sometimes we make terrible mistakes, sometimes we do the right thing. Sometimes we never know. We just have to hope

And, as in all fairy tales, there was bloodshed, there was loss.

How can you dream if you don't have a soul?