Quotes About Optimism

My ultimate choice, then, is to always approach my work from a place of stubborn gladness.

Even in the worst tragedies and crisis, there's no reason to add to everyone's misery by looking miserable yourself.

It doesn't discourage me in the least, in other words, to know that my life's work is arguably useless. All it does is make me want to play.

I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life—whether I will see them as curses or opportunities (and on the occasions when I can't rise to the most optimistic viewpoint, because I'm feeling too damn sorry for myself, I can choose to keep trying to change my outlook).

excited, I want to pause for a moment and ask you to consider all the negative conclusions that I could have drawn about this incident

Everything sucks, some of the time." You just have to decide what sort of suckage you're willing to deal with.

I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of *reaching* his highest potential. … Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

Where there is life, George, there is still hope. Death is so terribly final. It will come soon enough

We can do it, whether it can be done or not.

Even smile in your liver.

I believe that life cannot be survived—that is evident!—but if one is lucky, life can be endured for quite a long while. If one is both lucky and stubborn, life can sometimes even be enjoyed.

Sometimes, however, there is more than hope. Sometimes there is reason.

wasn't there some statistic somewhere she'd read, about where most people meet their spouse, that claimed weddings were the third most popular place, after university and the work place. she was sure that she had. something to do with all that romantic optimism in the air, and too much champagne, no doubt.

And off he marched, his shoulders squared and his eyes lifted to the horizon. He looked so splendid I didn't have the heart to point out the disadvantages of this posture; when one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one's footing. Sure enough, he stumbled into Ramses' pile of potsherds and went sprawling.

You might as well live

I was for ever making plans, and if nothing came of them, what did it matter? The mere making had been a joy.

Submission to what people call their 'lot' is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.

I see no use in thinking of painful past things. They ought always to be forgotten as quickly as possible; if they are not, they have a trick of turning the present sour, and I cling to the present, to the one thing one really has, and like to make it as cheerful as possible—like to get, by industrious squeezing, every drop of honey out of it. Just now I cannot tell you how thankful I am simply to be alive with nothing in my body hurting.

Whether the future looks scary or bright, plans are hopes made practical. They reassure people that there's a roadmap that will take them to a better place and they give people a reason to join in the effort to get there.

When you fight back and win, even in small battles, it makes a difference in who you become. You're better for it. That's what persistence is about. It's a ferocious optimism.

All days are happy...if you let them be.

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.

Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?