Quotes About Hope

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an

Ronan lived in the world held by people who loved him and fed him and talked with him and met him on his own terms. When he died, he will have been fully loved from his first breath to his last and then after. That full uncompromising love, powerful and sometimes painful, was perhaps the only miracle worth believing in.

Five strange fingers from fate's hand, Each plays its part at fate's command. The fiery blaze the answer keeps. And till its time each secret sleeps. When pain is truth and truth is pain, The painted shadows live again. Five leave, but five do not return. Vain hope and pride in terror burn.

If you would truly rather be dead than go on living the way you do, you have nothing to lose by trying to change things, have you? Britta said, carefully keeping any trace of pity from her voice. There is more to life than Illica, you now. The world is wide, and full of wonders.

She felt … new, just-made. She felt as if everything she had ever done out of weakness or fear had been undone, and all of her past washed clean.

I see the light at the end of the candle.

Falkner sometimes thought her heart was a voodoo doll, full of pins. One each for Ben and the girls. One for each member of the team. She felt the new pin slide in and hoped for the best.

A crisp new brain without a tenant. A bottle made to be filled by one of us, empty brass waiting to be turned into a bullet. A shiny new horse to be offered to the desperate Horseman in the vain hope that he or she will prefer it over the nearest infantry grunt. A domestic animal bred and broken for one of us to ride.

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

I'll be in Heaven getting your room ready.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.

In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.

I pray for John the Baptist and Baby Jesus to come around for a playdate with Dora and Boots.

My future was about to happen.

My job wasn't to cure all Ita Noonan's ills but to bring her safe through this particular calamity, I reminded myself, to push her little boat back into the current of what I imagined to be her barely bearable life.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?

No entiendo por qué el dolor significa que te curas

Keep your heart infinitesimally small, and sorrow will never spy it...

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela, and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.

When I come to the end of my life ? when I come to the real end, at the right time, my mind may flash with random images... But I am not being hopeful about this when I say my last thoughts will be of love.

The sadness ? the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain ? isn't over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I pray and say, fuck it, then. I choose this. It chooses me. I choose it back.