Quotes About Hope

Devon stares at him standing there, remembering the only other guy had ever opened a car door for her. Last summer. The sky was bright blue mirroring the water, the sun warm. A perfect day. He had smiled down at her; he'd That Look in his eyes- warm and eager and a little bit vulnerable. When he'd look at her in that way, and smile that tilted smile, her body would tingle with an electric tension that robbed her breath away. That was then. And now? Now she is here.

What I wanted was to blow a hole in the sky, explode a star, let the burning embers scorch me and everything they touched.

I waned him back. I wanted him back so much I couldn't think about anything else. Everywhere I looked was suddenly somewhere Danny wasn't. My hands were empty because Danny wasn't holding them. My room echoed with quiet because Danny wasn't there whispering ridiculous things to make me laugh, or make me shiver. It seemed so right. Danny was mine, I was his, and that wasn't going to work if he was dead. So I would make him not dead, anymore.

I can look at the future with anticipation. And it's comforting to know that someday, as Christians, we'll be able to look back and have a little more clarity on why certain things in life happened.

If it all just happened overnight, you would never learn to believe in what you cannot see...

He know where He wants to take me, and He'll get me there, in spite of myself.

Just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.

Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?

Dreams: the place most of us get what we need.

I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good.

Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?

How hard it must be to keep fighting for a dream when that dream is probably a mirage.

Writers, naturally, dream of becoming authors. Authors dream of writing a bestseller. Bestselling authors want to write more bestsellers. And everyone hopes for big prizes. Why? Because we believe in magic." Publisher's Weekly magazine, Dec. 12, 2011

Death may feel like an amputation at the time of the loss, but if the connection is still vibrant, perhaps those aren't phantom pains haunting us but the spirit of love.

So perhaps the philosophers and politicians and poets are wrong; perhaps prayer isn't a crutch or an old man's bauble. Maybe it's a necessity for both the strongest and the weakest among us.

For Fred, this practical outworking of loving our neighbor-using not only our heart and eyes but our hands-is what defined a hero: 'To see people who will notice a need in the world and do something about it, and rather than view it with despair they view it with hope-that to me is such an enormous gift in this life. Those are my heroes.

If we can learn to wait through the "natural silences" of life, he liked to say, we will be surprised by what awaits us on the other side.

Despite his strength, Jim lost his battle with cancer. Fred understood that sometimes God's answer to prayer is no. But he understood something else too: "Jim gave us all an enormous gift by helping us understand the many forms of healing (not just physical) in this life.

I'm still not a god," he said apologetically. Crick stood behind him and pulled his shoulders back against that wide, strong chest. "Better than a god," Crick murmured. "You're the reason to have faith.

Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live.

Turns out that sometimes, faith and a sense of humor really can be all you need.

Ah, gods, hope. Our savior and our tormentor, the price and ferry pass for the dreams that carry us to the future.

A volte i piccoli sogni avevano grandezza, pensò con dignità. A volte, i piccoli sogni erano tutto quello di cui aveva bisogno una persona per vivere