#hope

I'm beginning to think that to hope isn't the same as to expect something. To hope is to believe that life is an acceptable chaos. (h.5) ↗

— Goenawan Mohamad

#expect #hope #life #life

Hope': is like A Lead in the Pencil. Without which, you Can't write Even a single word in Life.! ↗

— tausif

#life

A winner is not someone who wins. It's someone who tries and isn't afraid to lose. ↗

— Nusrat Sultana

#characters #confidence #hope #inspirational #life

Staring at a world too horrible to comprehend, believing -- by dint of ignorance and innocence -- that beneath this unbearable contract of guilt and blame there is always an older contract that may bind and release in a more salutary way. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#dorothy #hope #ignorance #innocence #philosophy

Better live than dead. ↗

— Touaxia Vang

#hope #inspiriation #life #life

Everybody was hoping for something, talking about our new life to come and all that they hoped from it. Fresh air, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Real gravity, instead of the fake kind that broke every now and then (even though no one over fifteen would admit that it was actually really fun when it did). All the wide open spaces we’d have, all the new people we’d meet when we woke them up, ignoring completely what happened to the original settlers, super- confident that we were so much better equipped that nothing bad could possibly happen to us. All this hope, and here I was, right at the very edge of it, looking out into the darkness, the first to see it coming, the first to greet it when we found out what it really looked like. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#planet #space #space-travel #life

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese? ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#hope #life #loneliness #school #life

I love you, Sunshine,” I tell her, before I lose my nerve. “And I don’t give a shit whether you want me to or not. ↗

— Katja Millay

#life #love #love

Time wastes too fast… the days and hours of it… are flying over our heads like little clouds on a windy day, never to return more – everything presses on – whilst thou art twisting the lock, - see! it grows grey… and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make! ↗

— The Life And Opinions of Tristram Shandy

#fast #hope #life #love #paris

Men and women are not limited by the place of their birth, not by color of their skin, but by the size of their hope. ↗

— John Johnson

#hope #john-johnson #people #size #men