What is your favorite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful.
“And. It is so hopeful.
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| — | An interview with Margaret Atwood (via beinlovewithyourlife) |
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Los Campesinos! - Hello Sadness
It’s only hope that springs eternal
and that’s the reason why
this dripping from my broken heart
is never running dry
When do you throw in the towel? Admit that a lost cause is something just that? There comes a point where it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore. So we give up. That’s when the real work begins. To find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all.
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| — | Hope for the Hopeless, Grey’s Anatomy (via lifetickets) |
Hope and optimism are different. Optimism tends to be based on the notion that there’s enough evidence out there to believe things are gonna be better, much more rational, deeply secular, whereas hope looks at the evidence and says, “It doesn’t look good at all. Doesn’t look good at all. Gonna go beyond the evidence to create new possibilities based on visions that become contagious to allow people to engage in heroic actions always against the odds, no guarantee whatsoever.” That’s hope. I’m a prisoner of hope, though. Gonna die a prisoner of hope.
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| — | Cornel West (via denisecua) |
Things don’t always turn out well. Sometimes they don’t turn out at all. Sometimes everything falls apart and we wonder if there’s any point to any of it. We’re tempted to shut ourselves off, fortify the walls around our hearts, and forge ahead, promising ourselves that we will never open ourselves up like that again. But I have to believe that we can recover from anything.
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Rob Bell: Sex God (via wedreamtlove) |
Hope is the fuel that the human heart runs on. A car crash or a diving accident can paralyze a body, but the death of hope paralyzes the spirit.
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| — | John Ortberg (via followandreblog) |
I always think incipent miracles surround us, waiting only to see if our faith is strong enough. We won’t have to understand it; it will just work, like a beating heart, like love. Really, no matter how frightened and discouraged I may become about the future, I look forward to it. In spite of everything I see all around me every day, I have a shaky assurance that everything will turn out fine. I don’t think I’m the only one. Why else would the phrase “everything’s all right” ease a deep and troubled place in so many of us? We just don’t know, we never know so much, yet we have such faith. We hold our hands over our hurts and lean forward, full of yearning and forgiveness. It is how we keep on, this kind of hope.
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| — | Elizabeth Berg (via atomos) |
