Quotes About Hope

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Die hellen Tage behalte ich, die dunklen gebe ich dem Schicksal zurück.

The paper is finished, the pen is finished, and we are finished, But, the fable of desire, is still not finished.

I guess I'm what you call a slush-piler. I just sent my manuscripts to the slush pile of publishers and hoped for the best. Over seven years, I was rejected seven times on three different books. The fourth attempt was picked up by a small publisher, and I still have great memories of staying up all night, talking to my brother and sisters (my dad called me at 2:30 in the morning because I was overseas).

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

To me the question is always this: if a ray of light came out of the sky and said, "Your next book will never be published -- would you still write it?" If the answer is yes, the book is worth writing.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

Through suffering we have endured the assaults of time; reverses have ever been our beginning; and out of the depths God has gathered us to his heart.

Broken but not broken.

Thrown into a vast open sea with no navigation charts and all the marker buoys sunk and barely visible, we have only two choices left: we may rejoice in the breath-taking vistas of new discoveries -- or we may tremble out of fear of drowning.

globalization is the last failed hope that, somewhere, there still exists a land where one can escape and find happiness. Or the last failed hope that, somewhere, there still exists a land different from yours in terms of being able to oppose the sense of meaninglessness, the loss of criteria and, ultimately, moral blindness and the loss of sensitivity.

Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.

El amor es un préstamo hipotecario a cuenta de un futuro incierto e inescrutable.

No nos queda más remedio que clasificar la utopía de un mundo sin violencia como una de las más hermosas, pero, por desgracia

Al menos la maratón de Londres tiene un final, pero la otra carrera -destinada a alcanzar la elusiva promesa de una vida libre de problemas- no tiene fin: tiene línea de largada, pero no de llegada.

a matter of fact, Havel had but three weapons to use in his effort to change history: hope, courage and stubbornness – weapons which all of us possess in one measure or another. The sole difference between Václav Havel and the rest of us is that we, unlike Havel, seldom reach for those weapons; and when (if) we do, we do it with much less – weaker and shorter-lived – determination.

Where we hope to land (and where we do land, though only for a fleeting moment, enough for tired wings to catch the wind anew) is a 'there' which we thought of little and knew of even less.

Still—nowadays, the most impossible things are possible.

I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ERNEST:

I hope you're rushing to tell me that the chef has acquired Jacen Solo's entrails and is braising them for dinner." "Not quite, Admiral." "Life is full of disappointments.