Words of Hope

A collection of beautiful quotes.

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Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

Richard Siken

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Never cut what you can untie.

Robert Frost

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I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

Jorge Luis Borges

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I am under no obligation to make sense to you.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

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Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.

J. Nozipo Maraire

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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

Sappho

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What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought.

Akif Kichloo

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I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it with the whole.

Lauren Oliver

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But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

Kait Rokowski

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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut

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Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself; I am large- I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman

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So if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me, because I, too, am fluent in silence.

R. Arnold

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I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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I understand now that I'm not a mess, but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, 'For the same reason I laugh so often-- because I'm paying attention.'

Glennon Doyle Melton