“Seeing a tree in an acorn and a house in a plank of wood is hope bringing a new tomorrow.”

“A thousand questions hung with the hopeful weight of a million bright bright stars, filling her with restless yearning. ~ “Vindication Across Time”

“Write your bane in a sand, your blessing in a stone.”

“But I promise you, you guys can do it. In four days you’ll be the happiest person Earth has ever seen. You’ll stand by the ocean and feel the salty sea spray tingling in your nose. You’ll be with people you know and love, and you’all appreciate how beautiful everything is. You’ll see cars behind you in your rear view mirror, and maybe you’ll laugh at the driver’s faces. Because they’ll look annoyed, bored, angry. And you’ll realize what they’re missing. You’ll live a long and happy life, Mia. Because when you get home, you’ll realize that anything is possible. You mustn’t ever forget that.”

“She stood for a moment looking up at the stars, so far, so many, bright and cold. And with a faint smile she thought: ‘I wonder which is my lucky star!”

“My pessimism and cynicism knows no bounds, nothing truly surprises me these days. But when that little spark of optimism, of hope is alight, it burns really brightly in the darkness.”

“Not that he had come anywhere near attaining her skill at managing hope. She could balance it like a juggler — let it soar and curb it and pass it from hand to hand. She could spin hope and spin herself through it. Forget mere juggling; she was a veritable trapeze artist with this hope thing.”

“Your dream is always valid until you lose moral to chase it.”

“When it’s hard to to get through another hour and another minute, refuse to believe the lies of darkness, make a conscious decision to focus on light and practice gratitude for what you have.”

“Remember the future is always brighter than the past, so be optimistic and appreciative.”

“Marry hope, divorce tension!”

“A positive attitude is more important than skills.”

“Milton had a day to day outlook; if life were not at any given moment positively unbearable, that is to say, if he were not actually cold, nor without a drink, nor alone, he still maintained a vivid faith in the future.”

“What if I were not to die! What if life were given back to me-what infinity! And it would all be mine! Then I’d turn each minute into a whole age, I’d lose nothing, I’d reckon up every minute separately, I’d let nothing be wasted! He said that in the end this thought turned into such anger in him that he wished they would hurry up and shoot him”

“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.”