Hope

"Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature."

"One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: ‘To rise above little things’."

"Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be."

"No. Don't give up hope just yet. It's the last thing to go. When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope."

"Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity."

"I turned in my seat. Will’s face was in shadow and I couldn’t quite make it out.‘Just hold on. Just for a minute.’‘Are you all right?’ I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.‘I’m fine. I just . . . ’I could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it.‘I don’t want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about . . . ’ He swallowed. Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful.‘I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.’I released the door handle.‘Sure.’I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill."

"Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."

"Look. I have a strategy. Why expect anything? If you don’t expect anything, you don’t get disappointed."

"It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee."

"The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn, art introduced me to the Revolution!"

"Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies."

"Annabeth, he said hesitantly, in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace. Her expression turned guarded. Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—I know, Percy said. But while I was there, I saw so many demigods living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the giants is over…It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing. Oh, she said…I’m sorry, he said. I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—No! she said. Gods, Percy, that’s so sweet."

"You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better."

"I want to believe that I'm not wrong. I want to believe that life isn't full of darkness. Even if storms come to pass, the sun will shine again. No matter how painful and hard the rain may beat down on me."

"If at first the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it."

"Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été."

"Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half."

"The chief beauty about timeis that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,as perfect, as unspoiled,as if you had never wasted or misapplieda single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hourif you choose."

"If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment."