Quotes about Hope

You have to carry the fire.

The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here.

When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness the frail blue shape of it looked like the pitch of some last venture at the edge of the world. Something all but unaccountable. And so it was.

Are you okay? he said. The boy nodded. Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find the little boy? Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind

Perhaps they had come to warn him. But of what? That he couldn't enkindle in the boy's heart what was ashes in his own?

You have to believe that there is good in the world. I'm goin to say that you have to believe that the work of your hands will bring it into your life. You may be wrong, but if you dont believe that then you will not have a life.

I suppose in the end what we have to offer is only what we've lost.

You go back home and everthing you wished was different is still the same and everthing you wished was the same is different.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain.