...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
Kathryn StockettTags: self-esteem hope
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Václav HavelTags: hope
You'll be okay. No matter what shape reality takes, you can handle it.
Shiro AmanoTags: life hope you-can-handle-it you-ll-be-okay
Because now that it's finally morning, the shadows are beginning to fade, the shadows that have been covering my mind and my soul. Now that they're gone, I can almost start to see the way, and it's different from the one they'd convinced me was all I could have.
Vixen PhillipsTags: hope
You didn't think I really liked you? Do you think I really like you now?"
He turned toward her, uncertainty in his face."You did go quite a lot of effort to be having this conversation, but... I don't want to read too much of what I hope into that."
Val stretched out beside him, resting her head in the crook of his arm. "What do you hope?"
He pulled her close, hands careful not to touch her wounds as they wrapped around her. "I hope that you feel for me as I do for you," he said, his voice like a sigh against her throat.
And how is that?" she asked, her lips so close to his jaw that she could taste the salt of his skin when she moved them.
You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that."
She smiled and let her eyes drift closed. They lay there together, under the bridge, city lights burning outside the windows like a sky full of falling stars, as they slid off into sleep
Home was not a perfect place. But it was the only home they had and they could hope to make it better.
Dean Koontz***A KEY WORD***
Imagined
I suppose she's right. It's like a metaphor for life: No one wants an ornery old goat, but we can't resist opening the door ayway. We can't keep from hoping.
Lauren MyracleTags: hope
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
Scott O'DellTags: hope
He can't have gone, he said "Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it." The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy.
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