Quotes about Hope
On the contrary, I am living it out from day to day, trying to accept disgrace as my state of being. Is it enough for God, do you think, that I live in disgrace without term?
— JM Coetzee
Hand in hand they stroke her womb, watching for it to flicker and blossom. p. 3
— JM Coetzee
It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.
— Jack Kerouac
I bless you, all living things, I bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless you in the endless future, amen.
— Jack Kerouac
Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep.
— Jack Kerouac
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
— Jack Kerouac
He sure is a crazy one," she said. "Sure reminds me of my husband that run away. Just exactly the same guy. I sure hope my Mickey don't grow up that way, they all do now.
— Jack Kerouac
Mad raging sunsets poured in seafoams of cloud through unimaginable crags, with every rose tint of hope beyond, I felt just like it, brilliant and bleak beyond words. Everywhere awful ice fields and snow straws; one blade of grass jiggling in the winds of infinity, anchored to a rock. To the East, it was gray; to the north, awful; to the west, raging mad, hard iron fools wrestling in the groomian gloom; to the south, my father's mist.
— Jack Kerouac
You have to believe in life before you can accomplish anything.
— Jack Kerouac
All I hope, Dean, is someday we'll be able to live on the same street with our families and get to be a couple of oldtimers together.
— Jack Kerouac
he wanted so much to live...
— Jack Kerouac
Now he'd bought a new suit to go back in; blue with pencil stripes, vest and all—eleven dollars on Third Avenue, with a watch and watch chain, and a portable typewriter with which he was going to start writing in a Denver rooming house as soon as he got a job there.
— Jack Kerouac