The Biology of Hope and the Healing Power of the Human Spirit

You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other...

Taking a breath, I stepped into the line to find him standing right where I'd left him, smiling with his hand extended.

Sometimes help comes from unexpected places.

It was a spring day, one of those that bring hope: full of gentle breezes and delicate aromas of heated earth.

For dreams that never die.

Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?

He's telling Liesel's story to prove to himself that humans can be beautiful and selfless and worthwhile.

She clung desperately to the words that had saved her life.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

But I lived in that moment - my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed.

It was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in a world with no future where, all too soon, the very words "justice,"...

- Why have I lived, Lucía? Before dying I have to find out why I am in this world. It's true what you say, I have been so numb for so long that I wouldn't know where to start living again....

It may be that there is no place for any of us. Except we know there is somewhere; and if we found it, but lived there only a moment, we could count ourselves blessed.

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a lamp in the middle of the starry night, full of ecstasy in the middle of the universal...

Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that's like saying you can never change your fate. Isn't that true?

No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.

It gets darker and darker, and then Jesus is born. That line came back to me, from out of nowhere, and I decided to practice radical hope, hope in the face of not having a clue.

There was a time in Africa the people could fly. Mauma told me this one night when I was ten years old. She said, "Handful, your granny-mauma saw it for herself. She say they flew over trees and...

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the sou

New life, new hope, new joy will start when this is given from the heart.

It is just that I don't know how I could live without the hope of her. It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.

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...

I still believe in man in spite of man. I believe in language even though it has been wounded, deformed, and perverted by the enemies of mankind. And I continue to cling to words because it is up to...

I have come, said a deep voice behind them. They turned and saw the Lion himself, so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him.