Hope Has A Name Lyrics Novels & Stories

“... this quick when I found out you were pregnant.” “They are beautiful names. Light and Hope. Honestly, I was thinking about Hope too…” “Really?” Amor smiled in amusement. “Yes,” I smiled back. “We really needed hope…” Amor’s voice quavered, and he stopped speaking for some time. “I really needed hope or I don’t know what I would have done without you or our Hope. Both of you mean everything to me. Hope brought us hope…” Seeing tears in his eyes made me tear up as well. We stopped walking and hugged each other.

Again, I looked at the baby, his delicate fingers were curling around the edge of his blanket, and his lips were twitching in a dream. “I want his name to mean hope,” I said softly, “Since he is that for me”. For us. “Light can come after so much darkness” is like more of a reminder. Alessandro's grip tightened on Mine. His gaze was steady searching my face etching my words into his heart. “Hope,” he repeated, nearly tasting it, “a gentle but strong thing.” The iPad which was on the side table pinged before I was able to answer. Ester, smiling, picked it up. “It’s your grandparents.”

A reminder that perhaps, just perhaps, the world had indeed become gentler. Lyla grinned affectionately. "What is her name?" The young woman moved timidly, gently stroking the baby's blanket with her hand. "She is called Hope." Really? What a beautiful name. One if my girls bear that name, Lyla said grinning. Bailey mulled the word over in her thoughts like a gem, sensing how it reflected the light and how it bent something within her that she hadn’t realized was fractured. She settled into her seat between Lyla and Jonah, feeling strangely conscious of the moment — the manner in which Jonah’s laughter resonated like far-off thunder,

She cried out as she can to let my ears be struck by her echoes. "Ms. Dandelion, it is my responsibility to save your friend from getting persecuted by uncertainty and misery!" I said and let go of my hand off her kindness. How sweet of her though and I do pity myself for refusing offers like that continuously. Grace doesn't have to do that, I came to implore for help and not take gratitude. The moon gave me a route to run away from the promise that might not be retained forever. Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual.

Thinking. “Hope,” it finally said. “Call me Hope. Because that is what I am. The First Dark’s hope that existence might be worthwhile. You hope that I choose correctly. I hope that suffering becomes bearable. Hope that this experiment means something. Hope that love is real. Hope that existence is better than nothing.” “Hope is a good name. A strong name. A name worth carrying.” Kade smiled. “Welcome, Hope. Welcome to existence. Welcome to pain and joy and everything in between.”

She grinned, and his phone chirped from where he had dropped his pants. He went to pick it up, smiling as he saw the text message. “Sexy Party Girl? That's what you want your contact name to be?” “What? Like you're really going to remember my real name?” she asked. “It's Laura,” he said, his lips caressing her name. He said it like it was important. Goosebumps ran down her arms. “Okay, Ethan,” she replied with a smile. Maybe this was more than just a one-time thing. He grinned at her. “I'm still saving you as Sexy Party Girl, though,” he said, hitting a button on his phone. “It'll make me smile every time I see it.”

Hope... The words have great significance in my life. First, it's my name. Second, because it is the only thing I have been doing for two years. Hope The hope of getting my husband's love. Hope to have normal relationships with my in-laws I always used to think, why my mom kept my name hope when I am hopeless. Maybe she saw me as her hope for new life and a better future, but I wasn't her hope, I was destruction. My mom lost everything she had when she got pregnant with me.

Sisters is a good name for the song she wrote for Hope. It’s late when everyone finally goes to bed and I have a chance to talk to her. “You want to tell me what’s really going on?” I ask as we sit outside the den around the fire we built for the human. She got cold quickly. Hope looks at me and her lips begin to tremble. “It was an accident,” she whispers. “Does he know?” I ask. She shakes her head. “I can’t tell him. He’ll be devastated. I can’t watch him hoping that everything will be okay and then watching his devastation when it’s not. I can’t do that to him, Dad.”

"She is." Aria reassured her with a smile. "What's your name? Can you tell me?" The little girl laughed. "I'm Hope. Mom always says that I'm her beacon of hope." Aria moved the camera, showing her face. "You have a name filled with love, Hope." Hope's eyes were wide open. "You're so pretty!" Aria still had a big smile on her face. "You too. Can you wake your mommy up, Hope? You have to let Mommy know about your ouchie, or she'll worry about you."

No one would ever find it now. I crawled over to Andrei. He was conscious but barely, his eyes half-closed. When he saw me, though, he managed a weak smile. “We made it,” he whispered. “We made it.” I touched his face, then looked over to see Grace bouncing the baby nearby, bundling her up in her coat. “Did you name her?” Andrei asked. I shook my head. “Hope,” he said. “I want to name her Hope.” Hope. After everything we’d been through, after all the death and pain and darkness, we had this. We had her. Our daughter. Our hope.