Best 358 quotes in «hopeless quotes» category

My mother is my friend Who shares with me her bread All my hopelessness cured! Her company makes me secured!

Mi sta uccidendo, Sky» dice, con voce più calma. «Mi sta uccidendo, perché non voglio che passi un altro giorno senza che tu sappia come mi sento. E non sono pronto a dirti che sono innamorato di te, perché non lo sono. Non ancora. Ma qualsiasi cosa sia questo sentimento, è molto di più che una semplice attrazione. È davvero molto di più. E nelle ultime tre settimane ho cercato di capire cosa fosse. Ho cercato di capire perché non esiste una parola in grado di descriverlo. Voglio dirti esattamente come mi sento ma non c’è una sola fottuta parola in tutto il dizionario capace di descrivere questo punto a metà fra l’amarsi e il volersi. Ma ho bisogno di quella parola, mi serve. Ne ho bisogno perché voglio che tu mi senta dirla.

My mother sat motionless at the kitchen table, her head cradled on one arm, the other extended toward her ever-present coffee mug. This was going to be another of her bad days. It was hard to pinpoint when I’d given up hope that she would pull herself together--that me being in charge would be a temporary thing. But too many months had passed with nothing changing, except somewhere along the way I’d stopped feeling sympathy for her. Or anger. It was easier to not feel anything where my mother was concerned because then I could never be let down.

Never lose hope; until your bones are rotten, never give up. Once the final whistle did not blow up, keep running hard!

Ne hissettiğini çok iyi biliyordum, çünkü aynı acıyı paylaşıyorduk. Onun hissettiklerini ben de hissediyordum. Aynı şekilde, benim hissettiklerimi de o hissediyordu. İki insan bir olduğunda olan şey buydu: artık sadece sevgiyi paylaşmakla kalmazlardı. Acıyı, üzüntüyü ve kederi de paylaşırlardı.

Não vou ficar para aqui a desejar uma vida perfeita. As coisas que nos derrubam na vida são testes, e esses testes obrigam-nos a escolher entre desistir, ficar caídos no chão ou sacudir a poeira e levantarmo-nos ainda mais fortes e firmes. Eu escolho levantar-me mais forte e firme. Provavelmente vou cair mais algumas vezes antes de a vida se cansar de mim, mas garanto que nunca vou ficar estendida no chão.

No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything…you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who’s looking back at me right now.

No matter how bad you feel, God never sees you as a hopeless person. He may see you as a sinner who needs to be re-washed to get back to his old vision for His purpose, but He will never see you as a hopeless being.

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

No matter how bad you feel, God never sees you as a reckless person. He may see you as a sinner who needs to be re-washed to get back to his old vision for His purpose, but He will never see you as a hopeless being who was created for nothing. Now if God will not see you as hopeless, why then should you see yourself that way? Be bold to say am qualified to dominate the world!

No matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like it or not and life never lets you pause and just catch your fucking breath.

Once you believe that god is not a private property of anybody, you are on your way to becoming a new messiah. Maybe your own if not the world's

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.

Nothing worked. This blazing pain seemed only to be getting worse.

Now I know it’s because somewhere in my mind, I still harboured hatred and fear for that man, so it was just easier to erect the brick wall and never look back.

O günkü davranışım yüzünden Breckin özrü hak ediyordu." "Peki ben hak etmiyor muydum?" "Hayır," dedi kesin bir tavırla. "Sen kelimeleri hak etmiyorsun, Sky. Sen harekete geçmeyi hak ediyorsun.

Oh Irina, there's so much life for us." "Is there? I feel I have no life. There's nothing in front of me but a black wall.

Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.” He smiles at me confidently. “Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love.

One foot in front of the other was all she could manage.

Our Ancestors knew that healing comes in cycles and circles. One generation carries the pain so that the next can live and heal. One cannot live without the other, each is the other's hope, meaning & strength.

One of the very striking life lessons from Game of Thrones. When Arya was blind; hopeless and helpless. The Waif lured her into multiple stick fights and the Waif would promptly beat Arya in every sparring match. But through those stick fight, Arya learned to cope with her blindness and how to fight “in the dark.” After Arya had regained her sight and Jaqen had granted the Waif’s wish to kill Arya. Arya confronted the Waif in a hideout and put out the only light in the room. Arya best the Waif due to her proficiency in fighting without sight (which, ironically, was trained by the Waif). Arya killed her adversary. ONE THING ABOUT CHALLENGES IN LIFE IS: THROUGH THEM, WE LEARN HOW TO OVERCOME THEM. Always Pay Attention!

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

Real ugly endings are better than fake happily ever after's

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

Qualsiasi cosa lui senta, la sento anch’io. Qualsiasi cosa io senta, la sente anche lui. È ciò che accade quando due persone diventano una sola: non si condivide solo l’amore. Si condivide il dolore, la tristezza, l’afflizione e la sofferenza.

Seni üzdüğünde gökyüzünü düşüneceğine söz verir misin?" Benden neden bu sözü vermemi istediğini bilmiyordum, yine de kafamı salladım. "Ama neden?" "Çünkü." Başını yıldızlara çevirdi. "Gökyüzü her zaman güzeldir. Karanlık, yağmurlu ya da bulutlu olsun, bakmak her zaman keyif verir. Bu en sevdiğim şey, çünkü kaybolursam, kendimi yalnız hissedersem ya da korkarsam, tek yapmam gereken kafamı kaldırıp bakmak, ne olursa olsun orada olacak... ve her zaman güzel olacağını bileceğim.

Satan is hopelessly desperate as Jesus waits patiently.

Sana tam olarak ne hissettiğimi söylemeyi istiyorum, ama lanet olası sözlükte hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasındaki noktayı tarif edebilecek bir kelime yok, ve o kelimeye ihtiyacım var. İhtiyacım var, çünkü söylediğimi duymanı istiyorum.” Yaşamak.Kelime sanki hep orada, sözlükte ait olduğu yerde, hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasına saklı kalmıştı. “Yaşamak,” dedim.

She was always looking for guarantees in a world of none.

She turned and walked down the musty, dimly-lighted corridor, along a strip of carpeting that still clung together only out of sheer stubbornness of skeletal weave. Doors, dark, oblivious, inscrutable, sidling by; enough to give you the creeps just to look at them. All hope gone from them, and from those who passed in and out through them. Just one more row of stopped-up orifices in this giant honeycomb that was the city. Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave, for all of us; but God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City hotel.

She was so desperate to love and be loved, she could sprout tender feelings toward a rock. And rocks didn’t call her “bewitching” or “temptress.” Rocks didn’t have touchable golden brown hair. But rocks and Ransom did have something in common. Neither one would love her back.

Sky, if you’re asking me to stop, I will. But I’m hoping you’re not, because I really don’t want to stop, so please.” He pulls back and looks down into my eyes, still barely moving his body against mine. His eyes are full of ache and worry and he’s breathless when he speaks. “We won’t go any further than this, I promise. But please don’t ask me to stop where we already are. I need to watch you and I need to hear you because the fact that I know you’re actually feeling this right now is so fucking amazing. You feel incredible and this feels incredible and please. Just… please.

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night. But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

Some of the things he’s said over the past few days are starting to make sense, and I begin to feel more and more like the people I despise. He told me outright that he would answer anything if I just asked, yet I chose to believe the rumours about him instead. No wonder he was so irritated with me. I was treating him just like everyone else treats me.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.

Sometimes I reach the highest heights of hope, at other times I reach the deepest of despair. Sometimes I am happy, at other times I am sad. At some point I am a believer, and at some other time an unbeliever. Sometimes I love, some other times I hate. That’s what it means to be human.

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.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for you and me; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

Sure. But if the book sucks, we’re re-evaluating the friendship.

Speaking of… does this mean you get your phone back?” I shrug. “I don’t really want that phone back. I’m hoping my whipped boyfriend will get me an iPhone for Christmas.

Survivors who don’t stand up for themselves often develop physical and emotional illnesses. Many become depressed because they feel so hopeless and helpless about being able to change their lives. They turn their anger inward and become prone to headaches, muscle tension, nervous conditions and insomnia.

Sweetheart, I was meant to fall for you, like there was a different gravity somewhere, tugging on us. Look at me, the hopeless poet, trying to apply science to the matters of abstract art.

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?' 'I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?' 'Elvish.

Take control of your emotions before your emotions take control of you.

Tears won’t help me right now. They’ll just make me weaker.

That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.

The best and characterful people never break their promises whatever happened. Let's give them the way to perform their fairness, and don't be hopeless about them.

The belief in God creates hope for the hopeless and gives strength to the weak. Those who ridicule miracles when they are strong, often expect the same when they feel hopeless.