Quotes About Hope

Sometimes I wish we'd met when we were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At twenty-seven, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be. But

It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.

He sighs a defeated kind of sigh that hurts my heart. "Goddamn it, Kavinsky." "I'm sorry. I like you, too, John, I really do. I wish . . . I wish we got to go to that eighth grade formal." And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. "I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

You'll just do what you did before he was your boyfriend," Alicia says. "You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen." She reaches out, touches her papery hand to my cheek. A smile plays at her lips. "All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

It's New Year's Eve, after all. The night for new beginnings.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

Nothing is guaranteed.

I remember what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. You think you'll never love like that again. But you do.

I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.

I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does." -L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

It's torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don't know.

My voice was high and desperate, and I was crying, and I hated that I was crying, but I couldn't help it. I had to keep talking, because this was it. Last chance.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved...

I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

But still I hope, because I can't help but hope.

Y estoy segura, repentinamente segura, de que todo es de la manera en que se suponía que debía de ser, que no tengo que tener tanto miedo de las despedidas, porque las despedidas no tienen que ser para siempre.

Me ayudas a seguir adelante, Lara Jean.

Curling your hair is an intrinsically hopeful act.

what if i came here and i ended up loving it? what if, after a year, i didn't want to leave? what then? but wouldn't it be great if i loved it? isn't that the whole point? why bet on not loving a place? why not take a chance and bet on happiness? - Lara Jean

Las cosas están terminando, pero también apenas empiezan.

Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility

Susannah wanted it to be some kind of perfect summer, where parents were still together and everything was the way it had always been. Those kind of summers don't exist anymore, I wanted to tell her.