Quotes About Hope

the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe.

Qué miras papá? —Estoy buscando lógica terrestre, sentido común, gobierno honesto, paz y responsabilidad. —¿Todas esas cosas están allá arriba? —No. No las he encontrado. Ya no están ahí. Y nunca volverán a estarlo. Quizá nunca lo estuvieron.

none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war.

but we've got one damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years, and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, some day we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping into the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember every generation.

So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.

Realice su propia labor salvadora, y si se ahoga, muera, por lo menos, sabiendo que se dirigía hacia la playa.

We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought. We have our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world as it stands now.

Fire balloons.

He almost turned back to make the walk again, to give her time to appear. He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine. But it was late, and the arrival of his train put a stop to his plan.

You want to cry some more, go on ahead. I did the same last night." "You, sir?" "God's truth. Thinking of everything ahead. Both sides figuring the other side will just give up, and soon, and the war done in weeks, and us all home. Well, that's not how it's going to be. And maybe that's why I cried.

Do we want the stars? We can have them. Can we borrow cups of fire from the sun? We can and must and light the world

You're very tired, he said. You've traveled a long way and you belong to a tired people who've been without faith a long time, and you want to believe so much now that you're interfering with yourself. You'll only make it harder if you kill. You'll never find him that way.

That's how I think of children, cruel as they sometimes are, mean as I know they can be, but not yet showing the meanness around their eyes or in their eyes, not yet full of tiredness. They're so eager for everything! I guess that's what I miss most in older folks, the eagerness gone nine times out of ten, the freshness gone, so much of the drive and life down the drain. I like to watch school let out each day. It's like someone threw a bunch of flowers out the school front doors.

What does your character want, what is his dream, what shape has it, and how expressed?

That day in the park when we sat together, I knew that some day you might drop by, with fire or friendship.

Borracho de vida, y sin conocer el rumbo siguiente. Pero antes del amanecer uno ya está en marcha. ¿Y el viaje? Exactamente la mitad terror, la mitad júbilo.

Pero eso es lo maravilloso en el hombre; nunca se descorazona o disgusta tanto como para no empezar de nuevo. Sabe

post-apocalyptic world where death provides the best way out of a ravaged landscape.

The Toynbee Convector" was born because of my reaction to the bombardment of despair we so frequently find in our newspaper headlines and television reportage, and the feeling of imminent doom in a society that has triumphed over circumstances again and again, but fails to look back and realize where it has come from, and what it has achieved.

Mas é isso que a humanidade tem de maravilhoso: por mais desencorajantes e terríveis que sejam as circunstâncias, nuca deixa de voltar a tentar, porque sabe que há coisas que são importantes e merecedoras do risco da tentativa.

One time, as a child, in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon. . .

Ma questa è la meravigliosa qualità dell'uomo: non si scoraggia né si disgusta abbastanza da rinunciare a tentare di nuovo, perchè sa molto bene che è importante e ne vale la pena

Quizá los libros nos saquen un poco de esta oscuridad. Quizá eviten que cometamos los mismos condenados errores.