Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

Optimism is the belief that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence, maybe without you, new strength and new thoughts emerge… 'Not when you're acting like that, trying to rob my show or whatever it is you're doing right now.' '—Is that all part of the game?' Gary gripped the steering wheel tightly. 'All the flirting and kissing? Just a little extra humiliation?' her bitter voice echoed in Gary's ears

“Of course they choose someone brain dead and useless like you. I don’t know why I expected anything different. Now I know what’s in store for the next fifty years ⏤ Disappointment.” His words hurt, but she didn’t know why. Maybe she was giving him too much faith. It wouldn’t be the first time she was hoping for something unrealistic. In fact, it was what she usually did. She gave too many chances and looked for the silver lining in rain clouds so dark they had to have been made from the smoke of the flames from hell. Liviana was an optimist, a dreamer, and it had gotten her hurt one too many times. This was just going to be another one of those times where she was left feeling disappointed

But there was a lingering fear, a flicker of uncertainty that tempered my optimism. I resolved to give him the benefit of the doubt, to embrace the possibility of a love that could transform both of our lives. Perhaps this was our chance for redemption, an opportunity to rebuild what had been broken. With cautious optimism, I clung to the hope that his words were genuine, that they held the promise of a brighter future for us both.

Why we should waste our loves and manpower even when it's so glaring that there is a slim chance of success" "We need to try you are the gamma to a pack we can't give up on all and you Should be the one with more positive words" "Positive words? Gamma to a pack? To hell with it" "I know how you feel but there is still hope" "Hope? Where? We are on the loosing side no upper hand no strategy no weapons nothing we've been left in the dark and all of a sudden we find out you expect us to win over people who had been planning for decades upon decades? You know it is all an illusion"

“No, you’re not. You’re looking at it like it personally ruined your life.” Despite everything, I smiled. “Maybe it did.” She chuckled and set her book aside. “Any luck?” I shook my head. “Nothing.” Her expression softened immediately. “Something will come.” “I feel like you’ve said that every day this week.” “I have.” “And?” “And eventually I’ll be right,” she replied. I laughed despite myself. That was one thing I loved about Maya. The woman could find optimism in almost anything. Meanwhile, I could find disaster in almost anything.

“I'm simply just in a bad spot and…” “You've been in a bad spot since I knew you, Alora.” He cut me off. “Doesn't that tell you something? You have a bad life, and an ill fate, and no matter what you do, you'll never come out victorious, take everything that has been going on since you got back. Don't tell me you're that dumb and dare I say optimistic to actually believe things will turn around for the better.”

Let him off the hook? I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. "Do you know what the most despairing thing is? "It's seeing hope only for it to be shattered. "I'll crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony."

Disillusioned individuals who genuinely believed the hogwash being taught to them by some obscure extremist. They can't possibly be right....It's not possible, is it?... ***

"He found a specialist in Zurich. A guy who works with aggressive cases like yours. He wants to send your scans over there for a second opinion." Evelyn went back to her drawing, her movements a bit more jagged. "Julian is an optimist, Arthur. It’s a dangerous trait for an oncologist." "He’s not an optimist; he’s a doctor who doesn't like losing," Arthur countered. "And I don't like losing either. If there’s a chance, even a small one, why wouldn't we take it?" "Because hope is exhausting," Evelyn whispered, not looking at him. "It’s easier to just accept the hundred days and be done with it. When you hope, you start planning for a future that might not happen. And that hurts more than the c

And yet this person didn't even add any magic to convince people to buy. It's even more absurd that I bought it. Rubbing all sorts of things doesn't make any move, it's a scam. In times of dire straits, people do illogical things. Not because of faith, just because of hope. Clinging to hope, even if it's something illusory, is better than despair. I stared blankly out of the old glass window in front of me, at the branches that protruded from my withered body. The bell woke me up from my wandering thoughts. It's time now.