Candide Optimism Quotes Novels & Stories

The moment Helen saw Candice, her smile disappeared. All her displeasure emerged, eyebrows raised, and her tone changed from a gentle to sarcastic. "Some people really don't know when to give up. They seem to be everywhere, always looking for opportunities to cling on. They're like a barnacle, aren't they?" Nina, standing beside Helen, didn’t say a word, but the smile in her eyes was enough to show her triumphant posture.

My hand is itching to fling that champagne right in his face, to show him exactly what I think of that. But I manage to restrain myself. Just barely. I content myself with smiling up at him and saying, “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.” Calester stares at me blankly. “What . . . what the fuck are you talking about? Does that mean you’re going to try to make the best of this mess?” “Sure,” I say. “What else can I do?” Actually, it’s a quote from The Art of War. Here’s another one I like:

"Let's try to stay positive and hope for the best outcome." "I just can't shake off this feeling of doubt," Emily confessed to Lauretta as they walked out of the brewery "What if our efforts weren't enough? What if he decides not to go with any of our contracts? then they win! and isn't that what they wall all along"? "We just have to stay Optimistic" Lauretta said. Emily managed a faint smile, grateful for Loretta's unwavering support. "You're right, Loretta. Let's stay optimistic," she agreed, mustering up a sense of hope amidst the uncertainty.

“I always hate the most when people say I'm stupid, but I know in your friends' eyes I'm a fool, even a fool. From the beginning to the end, I didn't steal any souls but relied on you to save me from suffering. You are brilliant, aren't you? So can you tell me, besides accepting, what else can I do? I've made all my meaningless efforts, the result is still the same. So, it doesn't matter if I accept to marry him or not, the important thing is, sooner or later I will be his wife..." “I used to think that you are a very optimistic person, your laughter is always filled with happiness.” “It is true that I am very optimistic, intending to be a late-afternoon cloud, I always want to be able to fl

Nicely played. Still, I considered it a bit of an unfair characterisation. It wasn’t that I was a negative person, it was just that I was surrounded by a bunch of hopeless morons constantly putting my life at risk. It’s enough to get anyone down. At heart, I’m an optimist. I truly believe life could be amazing if people left me the fuck alone. “You’re right, you could fuck things up if it’s a delicate moment. But that’s the whole point of experience. We’ve been in enough tight spots for you to be able to know when to shut up and when not to.”

“Miracles don’t happen to me.” My heart sank, deep into the ocean of fear. Nowadays, he has become pessimistic, speaking like a sad drunk poet. I couldn’t blame him; with what had happened with his father and mother’s deaths, that’s enough to change anyone. “Let’s not be optimistic. Let’s look for a silver lining.” I refused to give up. I was still clinging to the little hope that wasn’t there. The thought of that man walking free sickened my stomach, and it brewed a nausea.

He cut himself off, eyes dropping. I kept my voice light on purpose, because heavy emotions in luxury apartments felt like they would echo too much. “Bright side,” I said. He glanced up, skeptical. “At least you’re staying in one city for a few weeks,” I said. “No airports. No living out of a suitcase every night. You can… be tired in the same location.” His mouth quirked. “That’s the most depressing bright side I’ve ever heard.” “It’s realistic optimism,” I said. “A specialty.”

"I've never had that but I want it. Katya squeezed her hand again. "You will find it." "You really think so?" "I know so." Nikolai nodded. "You will." Lily looked at him. "I don't exactly have the best resume." "No," he smiled warmly. "You don't." She rolled her eyes. "But none of that means you don't deserve happiness. Everyone deserves the chance to become someone better than they were yesterday." She looked at him for a long moment. "You really believe that." "I do." She chuckled. "You've always been annoyingly optimistic."

But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches. Like I said surprisingly today wasn't so bad, well so far but hey the days still young. Hey what can I say I'm a very optimistic person with a dazzling personality. I've been told many times that my mouth is going to get me killed because I have no filter but I personally think that my mouth is a blessing. And blessing that one day I’ll run the fucking world with, if I ever get out of this hell.

I asked, almost in a whisper. He glanced at me, then back at the book. “Because I believe in Him,” he said softly, smiling—not a smug smile, but something distant, full of warmth I could never seem to hold on to. God. I believe in Him, too… but maybe not the way Hade does. Maybe not enough. Not anymore. “And someone taught me to be an optimist,” he added. “I’m really glad she did.” There was something in the way he said she—a soft reverence, like the memory still lit something in him. It made me ache. I wonder if anyone would ever speak about me like that.