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Happiness is always there. You just have to choose to see it. There's no point dwelling in the dark and ignoring the light of the stars.
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hope
hopeful
hopeful-and-encouraging
inspirational
light
stars
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Carrie Hope Fletcher |
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I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
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hopeful
mystery
prophetic
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Hope springs forever.
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hopeful
inspirational
encouraging
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J.K. Rowling |
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For you little gardener and lover of trees, I have only a small gift. Here is set G for Galadriel, but it may stand for garden in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing as Galadriel has still to bestow is upon it. It will not keep you on your road, nor defend you against any peril; but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you. Though you should find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-earth that will bloom like your garden, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lorien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our spring and our summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory.
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gardening
gardens
hopeful
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.
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hopeful
unusual
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat
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dark
handmaids
hopeful
myths-series
the-myths
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Margaret Atwood |
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"Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.
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alcohol
anxiety
art
balance
be-okay
chest
coffee
crying
drinking
ed
fine
flowers
focus
grateful
gratitude
happiness
hope
hopeful
hopeless
hurt
inspiration
joy
lovely
lovers
madness
mental-health
music
new-day
okay
panic
panic-attack
panic-attacks
park
recovery
sad
sadness
self-destruction
self-harm
sing
singing
sky
smoking
songs
sound
spring
starving
tears
walking
well-being
wellness
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Charlotte Eriksson |
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...the single ingredient in American literature that distinguishes it from other literatures of the world is a kind of giddy, illogical hopefulness. It is quite technically sophisticated while remaining ideologically naive.
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hopeful
illogical
naive
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John Irving |
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It wasn't enough but it was a start. It might keep him going...
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hope-quote
hopeful
keep-going
keeping-going
make-a-change
make-a-start
not-enough
positive-affirmation
positive-self-talk
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Val McDermid |
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Lately, I've been leaning towards kindness. - Camille Preaker
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hopeful
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Gillian Flynn |
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"Today is a hard day." Sometimes, there are hard days. Days stretched so tight with pain that they seem as if they can allow no room for hope."
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hard-day
hope
hopeful
pain
room
time
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Libba Bray |