#hopes

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world. ↗

— Maurice Chevalier

#better #better world #bringing #comfortable #decay

Men... are bettered and improved by trial, and refined out of broken hopes and blighted expectations. ↗

— Frederick William Robertson

#broken #expectations #hopes #improved #men

In times when religious or political faith or hope predominates, the writer functions totally in unison with society, and expresses society's feelings, beliefs, and hopes in perfect harmony. ↗

— Juan Goytisolo

#expresses #faith #feelings #functions #harmony

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death. ↗

— Anne Frank

#build #confusion #consisting #death #everything

Hope is a new life for every death ↗

— Kavyashree

#death

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#charms #dreams #heart #hidden #hopes

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#dreams #hopes #inspirational #life #dreams

Sometimes the price of dreams is achieving them. ↗

— Michael J. Sullivan

#hopes #dreams

I've heard fate talked of. It's not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart's voice is a strong one. Always is. Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#dreams #fate #heart #hopes #life

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#dreams #escape #escapism #hopes #los-angeles