Sometimes, when people look at me, I can see the pity in their eyes. All I want is hope, but neither of us can give it to each other.
Our thoughts and desires are based in hope, but our behaviors are based in fear. This misalignment often causes a feeling of hopelessness and continues the cycle of feeding outdated ideologies and Gur...
Just those three words, said and meant. I love you.They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer.His fairy story.
I knew I was catching at straws; but in the wide and weltering deep where I found myself, I would have caught at cobwebs.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
An event of great agony is bearable only in the belief that it will bring about a better world. When it does not, as in the aftermath of another vast calamity in 1914-18, disillusion is deep and moves...
You grew up, became a man, had to adjust to taking less than you hoped for; you discovered the dream-machine had a big OUT OF ORDER sign on it.
For several years Quinn had been having the same conversations with this man, whose name he did not know. Once, when he had been in the luncheonette, they had talked about baseball, and now, each time...
Keep hoping until hope dies; remember, however, that hope never dies! Just take good steps with faith and hope!
We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip filling her up, and it tore...
My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymo...
…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.
ThemeIt's a sunny weekday in early May and after a ham sandwichand a cold bottle of beer on the brick terrace,I am consumed by the wish to add somethingto one of the ancient themes–youth dancing with...
You are young; you have hopes. One by one they will go, and nothing will be left but the bare fact of life.
Well, and what was there in that?--Who ever hung his hopes upon so frail a twig?
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.
Life ... is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act.
There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from anything save...