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.

×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'

I had never been more scared of losing a person than I was right now, he was all I had now. “I don’t know”. He replied. He guided me gently so I was facing him. “I don’t know, but I’d like to believe that we have long enough live, to be happy”. He said to me. “I’d like to think we have a lot of time to make things better”. I nodded. His optimism was contagious, or it was so because I desperately needed to hear something positive. “You will be alright, Alexa, we will be”. And I nodded once more.

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"

Then I told him the address that Gunner had provided me through a text message earlier. Within the confines of the taxi, there is something within me that is hunching a sequence that is not good. On the other hand, I am well aware that I am a very pessimistic person. I am a picturesque person. A significant portion of the time, I have a tendency to be extremely pessimistic rather than optimistic about the future. I made a concerted effort to extract all of my ideas from my consciousness.

That is, if she even responds at all. I used to think my life is terrible. Uncaring parents, no friends, and I go day by day adherent to the hope that when I turn eighteen, I’ll get to start a new, better life for myself—far away from all this unfairness. I cling to my optimism, writing down my daily gratitude list and convincing myself that there are people out there worse off than I am.

Not cautiously. Desperately.

"What I've been dreaming and praying to the moon goddess for years can finally come true today, my mate!" Jenny's expression didn't change, but I wasn't discouraged or disappointed. "You don't believe I can find my mate, Jenny?" I asked. "I don't care, you may and you may not. It's possible you might just be lucky and it's also very possible that you might be unlucky. Nobody knows what that deity we serve has in store." She replied, Jenny didn't really believe in the Moon Goddess. "You know what I choose, Jenny? Optimism. Optimism is contagious you know, I might just have you rooting for me and also praying I find my mate because of how optimistic I am." I said with a smile.