Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

Some people are just hopelessly sweet. They are born with that goodness in their heart. Even after an argument in which the other person was clearly at fault, they melt and feel guilty. “Did I say too much? Was I too loud? Shit, I have hurt that person. I should call and apologize. I feel terrible now. I should text a big sorry message at least.” This is what happens with them. They are different. They feel too much. They care too much. They worry too much. And to be honest, these people are our ray of hope in this otherwise selfish, dark world. They are adorable. If you are that person, I want to thank you for being you.

said Al. "It seems that here you find another human-beast that is still surviving," said Edmund. "Yes. It turns out I'm not the only human beast still alive, though I haven't met the alligators yet. But, I'm starting to have hope that they might be hiding somewhere," said Al with a hopeful expression. “Hope is a dangerous thing, but it also makes us last a little longer than we think. It's a paradox," said Edmund dreamily. “Do you have any hope about something, My Lord?”

she said. “Are we still talking about flowers?” “Well, it applies to people too. From a distance, some people are unbelievably kind that you may think they’re faking it. Not everyone in this world is cruel, so give others a chance to be good and don’t be a pessimist.” “Oh… So that’s why you almost killed me because you’re being optimistic?” I smirked out of sarcasm. “Not that part. I just hate men.” “I like that. Me too, but Trevor and Osca are exempted.”

I guess having found someone that doesn’t completely hate me made me quite happy but it doesn’t mean that I have come to accept what they've thrown at me. My whole life I was always struggling, questioning my life with a lot of things, and sulking about it. I realized it won't take me anywhere and things will remain the same if I don't make a move and let it be. That's why I try to be as optimistic as I can be. Because if I don't, it's my heart that would suffer the most. Literally. It's hard because there are always people who'd intentionally bring you pain. And I always feel it no matter how much I try to ignore them.

We all knew he was hinting at Hope’s upcoming engagement. “What? Me, feel down?” Hope chuckled. “Not a chance! Even if the whole world bullied me, I’d still be like Uncle Ryan—never sad, just laughing it off. I’m all about living life to the foolest! F-O-O-L-E-S-T! Foolest!” “Your brain cells are fried, Hope. It’s the fullest! F-U-L-L-E-S-T!” Love corrected him. “Boring if it’s to the fullest! It should be the foolest! Sometimes, I imagine if everyone in the world was just a little silly. It’d be so much fun on Earth—just laughter, no stress, no depression.”

“Clementia, these aren’t people that are waking up out of a coma or something. These are people coming back to life after they spent the last year eating people. Did you see what Antonio puked up all over the doctor’s floor? It was what was left of his husband. You can’t ever be ‘better’ after that. You can’t.” “I’m not naive,” I replied stubbornly. “I’ve seen just as many horrible things as you have, probably, even more, considering where I was after my mother and sister died. I know how screwed up the world is, and I know how hard things are going to be to fix, including fixing these poor people. But I still have hope that everything will find a way to work itself out. That doesn’t make me

A pure heart, traveling in the direction of the light. In between bites of his steak, Dr. Black muttered something to himself "And that is all there is to it. Despair is the polar opposite of hope. It's a chaotic and complex. As a result of not knowing where you'll finish up, despair consumes everything else, including love, hate, and all other emotions. Even you will not be able to anticipate when you will be in despair. Only the unpredictability of despair may rescue you from a bleak outlook on the future." He then nibbled on a piece of the flesh. He gently chewed the meat before swallowing it. Dr. Black then flashed another smile. "That's why I love watching individuals in a state of mis

I was grasping for anything that might turn this situation around, but it seemed hopeless. My hopes had been high, and everything was going as I had hoped. But now, with just a few words, she had shattered my dreams. The optimism I had felt was replaced by disappointment and despair. It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under me, and I felt lost.

Desperately. The battle raged. Reality convulsed. The between-space shattered and reformed and shattered again. And the rescue party waited. Helpless. Desperate. Hoping. Hoping the philosopher could win. Could defeat Hunger. Could free Hope. Hoping. Desperately. Absolutely. Hoping.

I wanted to scream in pain but I held it in and just laid on the cold ground covered with dirt and grass, blaming my situation. "Why..is this.. happening..to me, I..*cough* *cough*, agh! I..need water..," I cried Just as I was about to give up, I was slowly starting to realize the gravity of the situation I was in. If I gave up now, I'll be as good as dead. I struck my hands on the soil and supported my body to rise from the dirt-covered ground. I can't keep laying here forever like a defeated person I reassured my uneasy self by telling this to myself