Hopelessly Hopeful Novels & Stories

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

The city lights reflected across the glass in blurred streaks of gold and white. Damian stared at his phone. The screen had already gone dark. The call lasted less than ten seconds. Yet somehow it had changed everything. His heart was still racing. He hated that. He hated losing control. He hated uncertainty. Most of all, he hated hope. Because hope was dangerous. Hope made people careless. Hope made people believe things they wanted to believe. And right now, he desperately wanted to believe that the voice belonged to his mother. But wanting something didn't make it true.

I didn't know what I was searching for, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. I knew it was useless, I knew it was pointless, I had been doing it for a long time after all, it almost felt like ages, and yet, there was nothing, but still, I couldn't stop. Hoping was better than giving up, right? Yes, until you lost the hope itself.

The two of us had lost all hope of ever finding a happy ending such a long time ago. When we agreed to be the Witch Queen's mate some of that hope returned, as we had both thought that maybe if we put in an effort this time, we could actually be happy. I wasn't so sure about that anymore though, but he disagreed. He still believes that we can help her, or more that we were chosen to help her through this dark period in her life. Unfortunately we can't do anything if she won't let us though, which is what I have to keep reminding him. Regardless, she was our problem now, so we just had to figure out a way to live with her.

The world is in constant motion and those who passed by at one point are going to come back their someday, to complete the journey full circle. That’s what Cage believed in, he believed he was going to see his sister someday. It was called hope, faith. Or like Emily Dickson described it. Hope is the thing without feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. The kind of hope he had was dangerous. It was the kind that destroyed you and ate you alive inside. I knew how it felt like, it was a hopeless, desperate way to go, one that would always end in misery.

he is completely hopeless in feeling, he has no hope and only has duty, morals, and guilt. " DONALD became tearful, losing hope minimally, and said "It's sad to me." Dr. Markus was tearful saying "I tried." DONALD Prayed "Well, Godspeed." meaning it, he says in a way to provoke hope towards him. Dr. Markus was dissatisfied with his attempts and told Donald "You are too hopeful." " DONALD was hopeful, he told Dr. Markus "I try." Bonnie is hugging Loria, laying right next to her.

“Oh no,” I repeated quietly to myself, because if there was one thing experience had taught me, it was that those two words were never wrong. They were never casual words. They were not words you said when things were fine. They were words reserved for moments when your carefully constructed emotional neutrality cracked just enough to let something inconvenient slip through. Like interest. Or curiosity. Or, worst of all, hope. Hope, after all, was a dangerous thing. It crept in quietly, as though it belonged there. It made itself comfortable, kicked its shoes off, and then ruined your life by demanding things. Like vulnerability. Or emotional availability. Or, God forbid, expectations. Hope

"Although… every time I let myself believe that something good might last, it gets taken away from me," Alejandro continued, with his voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I let myself hope, I am reminded that hope is just another word for disappointment waiting to happen. So I stopped hoping, I stopped trusting, and I stopped believing that anything good could ever truly be mine." I squeezed his hand. "Then let me help you learn."

×Anastasia× Hope is a funny thing. You have it, and then when what you're hoping for doesn't happen, you realize the hard truth. When we hope for something, we're really digging deep into the parts of us that optimistic. Telling yourself something like, 'i hope this job interview goes well, but if it doesn't, I'll find another one'

That’s what I believe. The room went silent. I watched a glint of hope return to the man’s eyes for a brief moment before they vanished. Tears built up at the base of his eyes. “Don’t do this to us,” the old man pleaded. “Don’t bring back false hope.” I moved from my seat. “Do you even know what false hope means? Hope is uncertainty. It’s weighing your options on a fifty-fifty. At least you have a fifty per cent probability of happiness. When you lose hope, you have nothing left. Give me a chance. I’ll help you bring back the light you have been robbed of.”