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I can't requite you what yous demand right now, but I will promise you lot that one twenty-four hour period I'll give you non only my eye, but my soul. I never want to run into the sadness in your optics, every bit I do right this moment. Let that fire polish, and one solar day soon I hope y'all accept a chance on me again. — A.M. Willard

Merely Mama
at first I tried to pretend she was only gone, similar on a trip. And so when I couldn't do that anymore, I tried to believe she was dead.' Her nose was running, from emotion, whisky, or the heat of the tea. Roger reached for the tea towel hanging by the stove and shoved it across the tabe to her. 'She isn't, though.' She picked up the towel and wiped angrily at her nose. 'That'south the trouble! I have to miss her all the time, and know that I'll never see her again, merely she isn't even dead! How can I mourn for her, when I remember-when I hope-she's happy where she is, when I made her go? — Diana Gabaldon

I've never been practiced at writing letters, so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm not able to make myself clear.
I've been thinking near you constantly since I left, wondering why the journeying I'm on seemed to have led through you. I know my journey's non over nevertheless, and that life is a winding path, but I tin can only hope information technology somehow circles dorsum to the place I vest.
That's how I recall of it now. I belong with you.
It is almost as if a office of yous is with me. I want to believe that's true. No, change that - I know it's true. Before nosotros met, I was as lost as a person could be, and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me management once again. It was you, that I had been looking for all forth. And it's you who is with me now.
I realize that I miss you more than I've always missed anyone. In the brusque fourth dimension we spent together, nosotros had what near people can merely dream most, and I'grand counting the days until I can see you lot again. Never forget how much I love you. — Unknown

All that I can say about Owen Hart, is that I promise that I can be, as skilful a man every bit him, then that I can see him again, someday. — Jim Ross

Facing future I see hope, hope that nosotros will survive, hope that we volition
prosper, hope that once again nosotros will reap the blessings of this
magical land, for without promise I cannot live, remember the by but
do not dwell in that location, confront the future where all our hopes stand. — Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

In the evenings in bed, with the low-cal out, I tried to picture expiry, the "nearly aught of all." In imagination I suppressed all the circumstances of my life and I felt gripped in ever tighter circles of panic. There was no longer any "I." What is it after all, "I"? ...And so one dark, a marvelous idea came to me: Instead of but submitting to this panic, I would try to observe information technology, to see where it is, what it is. I perceived then that information technology was
continued to a contraction in my stomach, a little under my ribs, and also in my pharynx...I forced myself to unclench, to relax my breadbasket. The panic disappeared ... when I tried again to think near death, instead of beingness gripped by the claws of panic I was filled past an entirely new feeling, whose proper name I did not know, something between mystery and hope."
-Mountain Analogue, Rene Daumal — Rene Daumal

Downwards, downwards, down. At that place was nothing else to do, so Alice shortly began talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much to-dark, I should think!' (Dinah was the true cat.) 'I hope they'll call up her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my love! I wish you lot were downwards hither with me! There are no mice in the air, I'k afraid, only you might grab a bat, and that'south very similar a mouse, you know. Only do cats swallow bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to go rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Practice cats consume bats? Practise cats consume bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats consume cats?' for, you run across, as she couldn't respond either question, information technology didn't much matter which manner she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you always eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry out leaves, and the fall was over. — Lewis Carroll

When someone is missing the really hard thing is that you lot never really do give up hope, fifty-fifty though the inquest says that she is dead, even though right from the beginning we already knew that we wouldn't come across her again. — Jackie French

I begin my life. I live once more. I meet a immature girl chosen Valeria. She smiles easily. She laughs tender sounds that pull at my centre. I'm as well young to exist profound but she makes me experience so safe. Then cherished. I am thirty years one-time. I bump into a woman I knew when she was a daughter. Valeria looks bellyaching to see me. She lives in the future. Where the world is turning. I live within the past. Where the people are trapped and screaming and alone. I live inside the by when Valeria and I were in love. She's waiting for the cab to come, her foot borer against the sidewalk. Her eyes glancing at her spotter every few minutes. I'm eager to reunite our lives through some kind of friendship. I'm so eager to know her again, equally she was when she was a child. Merely Valeria lives within the future. I live within the by. Have the two ever gotten along? Have they ever even met? — F.K. Preston

I hope to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we don't have public schools. The churches volition take taken them once more and Christians will be running them. — Jerry Falwell

I love yous," he writes once again and again. "I can't conduct to live without y'all. I'g counting the minutes until I see you." The words he uses are the idioms of popular songs and poems in the newspaper. And mine to him are no less cliched. I puzzle over the onionskin, trying to spill my eye onto the folio. Merely I tin only come up up with the same words, in the same social club, and hope the depth of feeling below them gives them weight and substance. I love you. I miss you. Be careful. Be safe. — Christina Baker Kline

I'm so angry,' she said. 'I was all right until you lot came back. I'd given up. So many terrible things. Relatives, neighbors disappearing. Opa. The bloody Germans coming to...to strip u.s. bare. Oma's silence. Bam, bam, bam. Like beingness punched over and over again. You lot get numb. It doesn't hurt anymore. Unless yous showtime to hope. That'due south the trick, you lot see: you can take anything unless y'all starting time to hope. — Mal Peet

And if you are waiting for a new book in a long ongoing series, whether from George or from Pat Rothfuss or from someone else ...
Wait. Read the original book over again. Read something else. Get on with your life. Hope that the author is writing the book you want to read, and not dying, or something equally as dramatic. And if he paints the house, that's fine.
And ( ... ) in the time to come, when you lot see other people complaining that George R.R. Martin has been spotted doing something other than writing the book they are waiting for, explain to them, more politely than I did the first time, the elementary and unanswerable truth: George R. R. Martin is non working for you lot. — Neil Gaiman

Practise you lot believe in God?" Her small hand grips onto my larger one. "Yeah, baby daughter," I say, looking down and watching her smiling at my answer. "Do yous call back God will let me see you once again?" She continues to ask questions that keep breaking me. "I know he volition," I say, believing it more than anything. My faith has now been shaken, but I can't lose hope that where she is going will exist somewhere beautiful and amazing. "When I go to God, will I see Charlie the goldfish?" She yawns, almost drifting off as the hospital machines beep effectually us. I nearly smiling at her question, just I can't, because at the end of the day we're talking about death, and the inevitable end that'due south fast approaching. "I don't know, baby girl," I tell her, wishing I had the correct answers for her. — River Savage

Beloved Clutch,
I hope I encounter you over again. Here's my number if you lot want to call. Thanks for terminal dark. Your human is overnice. ~D — John Inman

As he slipped the lock into identify again he realized his paw was trembling. He held up his shaky fingers where he could run across them better and wondered at the equally weak palpitate in his chest.

Promise was a dangerous, disquieting matter, just he idea perhaps he liked it. — Nora Sakavic

Want makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Want is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one y'all love, to try again. "Hell would be waking upwards and wanting nothing," he agrees. — Karen Marie Moning

Wherever you lot travel to come across beauty, y'all find yourself and your reflection once again and over again. — Debasish Mridha

Dec 25, 10:35 p.m.
Dearest America,
It's about bedtime, and I'g trying to relax, but I can't. All I tin think nigh is you. I'm terrified you're going to get injure. I know someone would tell me if you weren't all right, and that has led to its ain kind of paranoia. If anyone comes up to me to deliver a bulletin, my heart stops for a moment, fearing the worst: You are gone. You lot're non coming back.
I wish you were here. I wish I could only see you.
You are never getting these letters. It's besides humiliating.
I want you lot home. I keep thinking of your smile and worrying that I'll never see it again.
I hope you come dorsum to me, America.
Merry Christmas.
Maxon — Kiera Cass

You can accident into a balloon and picket it inflate, and so release it and see it deflate. You tin accept that same airship and accident into information technology once more, and notice it inflating. That's what my heart is doing in this moment, inflating and holding the air. — Candace Robinson

Good-bye, good-adieu,' muttered Gwystyl. 'I hate to come across y'all waste material your time, not to mention your lives. But that's the mode of it, I suppose. Here today, gone tomorrow, and what'south anyone to practise about it? Proficient-bye. I promise nosotros meet over again. Only not soon. Skilful-bye. — Lloyd Alexander

I've seen yous, beauty, and yous belong to me at present, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I vest to this notebook and this pencil. Then I went dorsum to writing and I entered far into the story and was lost in information technology. I was writing it now and it was not writing itself and I did not look up nor know anything about the time nor recollect where I was nor gild any more rum St. James. I was tired of rum St. James without thinking well-nigh it. So the story was finished and I was very tired. I read the last paragraph and so I looked up and looked for the girl and she had gone. I hope she's gone with a good human being, I thought. Just I felt sad. — Ernest Hemingway,

A grinning curled the corner of Xavier's mouth. "Y'all didn't think I would let her walk out of my arms without knowing I would come across her again soon, did you lot?"
Bryant shrugged. "Well, no. I guess not. What are you going to exercise now?"
The lid of the case slammed shut, and Xavier jerked his vibrating phone back out of his pocket. "Well, as soon every bit I get these fires extinguished, I'm going to become start one with her."
Bryant laughed. "Subsequently this long, that'll be one hell of a raging inferno."
"I hope and so. — Justine Dell

The only sin is limitation. Equally soon as you in one case come upwards with a homo's limitations, it is all over with him. Has he talents? has heenterprise? has he knowledge? It boots not. Infinitely alluring and attractive was he to you yesterday, a slap-up promise, a ocean to swim in; now, you have found his shores, found it a pond, and yous care not if yous never run across it over again. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bastien rolled his eyes, "Calm downwards, Hauk. All yous're going to practise is hurt yourself."
He glared at Bastien. "If yous desire to meet exactly how angry someone can get, tell them to calm down when they're already pissed off!" Bellowing, he tried his best to break complimentary.
"Is that helping? I just gotta know."
"When I get loose, Cabarro, your ass is the commencement 1 I'm kicking."
"Oh good. Hope you go out before long. Been awhile since I had a good ass-boot." Bastien fabricated a kissy face at him.
"Says the man who's and then bruised, he looks like a two-year old banana."
"At present that's just hateful and hurtful."
"Telise! He's awake once more."
She moved forward and kicked Hauk in the face. "I wouldn't do that," Bastien warned. "Don't motivate the Andarion for murder. Information technology ain't going to work out well for any of u.s.a.. 'Specially me, since mine's the get-go ass he'due south planning to come up later. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Humor, drama, romance, whatever genre of entertainment you create or consume is simply constructive if it is challenging to your sensibilities. When the sexuality of seeing a adult female'due south ankles became trumped past her calf, society inverse. When the calf was later trumped by a woman offering shots of alcohol from her vagina on Stone of Love, society changed once more. My hope for this earth is that we tin can soon run out of shocking body parts and can finally see the humor in our aetheric bodies. — Christy Leigh Stewart

She smiled as she poured tea into his loving cup. "I hope y'all find your rooms comfortable?"
"Quite." He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue.
"The view is to your liking?"
He had a view of a brick wall. "Indeed."
She fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. "And the bed. Is it soft and ... yielding?"
He nearly choked on the bite of cake he'd just taken.
"Or exercise you prefer a firmer bed?" she asked sweetly. "One that refuses to yield also soon?"
"I recollect" - he narrowed his eyes at her - "any mattress I accept on the bed you gave me is perfect. But tell me, my lady, what sort of mattress do you adopt? All soft goose down or one that'southward a bit ... harder?"
It was very fast, but he saw it: Her gaze flashed down to the juncture of his thighs so up once more. If there hadn't been anything to see there before, there certainly was now.
"Oh, I like a nice potent mattress," she purred. "Well warmed and prepare for a long ride. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Ah, mistress, yous're an angel. Sure there's not a drop left? I might have remembered ane more person ... ."
"Up yours," I said rudely with another belch. "Information technology'due south empty. Yous should tell me the proper noun anyway, subsequently making me drinkable all that sewage."
Winston gave me a devious grinning. "Come up back with a full canteen and I will."
"Selfish spook," I mumbled, and staggered away.
I'd made it a few anxiety when I felt that distinct pins-and-needles sensation over again, only this time information technology wasn't in my throat.
"Hey!"
I looked downward in time to see Winston's grinning, transparent form fly out of my pants. He was chuckling even as I smacked at myself and hopped upwards and down furiously.
"Drunken filthy squealer!" I spat. "Bounder!"
"And a good eve'in' to you, likewise, mistress!" he called out, his edges starting to mistiness and fade. "Come back presently!"
"I hope worms shit on your corpse!" was my reply. A ghost had but gotten to third base of operations with me. Could I sink any lower? — Jeaniene Frost

Well ... things are beginning to stack upwardly a little," said Gordo. It was the same old sod-hut drawl. He sounded similar the airline airplane pilot who, having just slipped two seemingly certain mid-air collisions and finding himself in the midst of a radar fuse-out and control-tower dysarthria, says over the intercom: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, nosotros'll be busy up hither in the cockpit making our terminal approach into Pittsburgh, and so nosotros desire to take this opportunity to thank you for flight American and we hope nosotros'll run into y'all once more real soon." It was 2d-generation Yeager, now coming from earth orbit. Cooper was having a expert time. He knew everybody was in a sweat down below. But this was what he and the boys had wanted all along, wasn't it? — Tom Wolfe

Whenever it shows itself - promise, that is - hands from the crowded streets achieve for information technology with such violent urgency because of the fear that they may never see it again. They exercise so without knowing that their desperation frightens hope away. Promise too doesn't know that it is its scarcity. that causes the crowd to lunge at it, shredding its robe. And as it struggles to escape, the fabric scraps land in the easily of some but last simply for hours, a day, days, a week, weeks, depending on how much fabric each mitt is able to grab. — Ishmael Beah

See? Injustice. Here we are, risking our lives to rescue Kai and this whole planet, and Adri and Pearl get to go to the regal wedding. I'm disgusted. I hope they spill soy sauce on their fancy dresses."

Jacin'due south concern turned fast to annoyance. "Your ship has some messed-up priorities, yous know that?"

"Iko. My proper noun is Iko. If yous don't terminate calling me the 'transport,' I am going to brand sure yous never have hot water during your showers again, do you understand me?"

"Yeah, hold that thought while I get disable the speaker system."

"What? You can't mute me. Cinder! — Marissa Meyer

I know ... I will never see or meet her once more, because she is just a ghost from my dreams. In spite of this, she remains with me as a spark of hope. Considering when she throws herself desperately into my arms and my easily embrace her, for the first and last time in my life I feel true love. — Alexandar Tomov

HELP!"
I race to the foursquare, crossing it, looking all effectually, listening out-
No.
No.
It'southward empty.
Viola's animate heavy in my arms .
And Oasis is empty.
I reach the heart of the square.
I don't see nor hear a soul.
I spin around again.
"HELP!" I cry.
But there's no one.
Haven's completely empty.
At that place own't hope here after all. — Patrick Ness

Aren't you agape, though?" Ayumi asked Aomame.
"Agape of what?"
"Don't you come across? Y'all and he might never cross paths once again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I promise it happens. I really do, for your sake. But realistically speaking, y'all accept to run across at that place'south a huge possibility you'll never be able to meet him again. And fifty-fifty if you do meet, he might already be married to somebody else. He might have two kids. Isn't that and so? And in that case, yous may have to alive the rest of your life solitary, never being joined with the one person you dearest in all the world. Don't you find that scary?
Aomame stared at the cherry vino in her glass. "Perchance I do," she said. "But at least I have someone I love. — Haruki Murakami

She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere moving ridge away from drowning in black. — Anam Iqbal

Ash!" I called. "What are you doing? Come on!"
"Meghan." Ash's vocalisation despite the pain below the surface, was calm. "I promise you lot find your brother. If you see Puck again tell him I regret having to step out of our duel."
"Ash, no! Don't do this!"
I felt him smile. "You fabricated me feel alive again," he murmured.
Screeching, the greemlins attacked. — Julie Kagawa

Even though Mavis was my undercover friend, she is the only one I hope I encounter again. She'south the only one I wonder about. I hope she wonders about me too. — Mindy Kaling

Crossing the Bar
"Dusk and evening star,
And one articulate call for me!
And may there exist no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
Just such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too total for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again habitation.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I commence;
For tho' from out our bourne of Fourth dimension and Place
The alluvion may deport me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I take crossed the bar."
Lord Tennyson — Ally Condie

I hope you all discover yourselves sleeping with someone you lot love, maybe not all of the time, just a lot of the time. The affect of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope yous like your piece of work, I hope there's mystery and verse in your life - not even poems, just patterns. I hope you can come across them. Often these patterns will wake you upwards, and you volition know that you are live, over again and once again. — Eileen Myles

The heart of the prudent acquires knowledge, and the ear of the wise seeks knowledge" (Proverbs xviii:15). We run into again this theme of seriously pursuing cognition and wisdom. Prudence is a heart mental attitude, not an IQ level. Information technology is not lazy, but is studying God's Give-and-take for more cognition. I hope you accept noticed how ofttimes these virtues are connected with knowledge and learning. A wise woman is acquiring knowledge, seeking knowledge, and increasing in learning. She is not intellectually lazy. "When — Nancy Wilson

Only she's still agape that the more than she misses him
his face, his skin, the mode he looked at her
and the more hope she has that she'll see him once more, the more she has to lose. — Julianna Baggott

Mike gets to play four roles this time, if nosotros ever did it again, he volition play my office every bit well. He is a comic genius, everyone wants to be in this picture show, let's promise that anybody will wish to see it as well. — Michael York

The question for usa, equally nosotros acquire again and again the lessons of hope for ourselves, is how we can exist for the world what Jesus was for Thomas: how we tin show to the world the signs of love, how nosotros tin reach out our hands in dear, wounded though they volition be if the love has been truthful, how nosotros tin can invite those whose hearts accept grown shrunken and shriveled with sorrow and disbelief to come and meet what love has done, what love is doing, in our communities, our neighborhoods: — N. T. Wright

Art has no answers, only solutions, and resolutions... Art has merely vision and revision... Art has just promise and more hope... again and over again, confronting circumstance and history... What nosotros hope life might be, again and again, against what we see it has been. In hope, there is a reason to go on. — Israel Horovitz

Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?' said Morriel with tearful eyes. 'Darling' replied Valentine, 'has not the count just told u.s. that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? - Expect and promise (Fac et spera) — Alexandre Dumas

Ah, merely yous, Darkness, you know all this. I tell you night subsequently night. Nil will daze you lot. Maybe I go on at y'all in the hope that at that place's something beyond you. Some nights I sit hither and talk and sob and stare out into the black thinking that if I await hard plenty I'll come across the light behind. But I stay out until the break of day, waiting, hoping, and there'south only sunrise once more. — Tim Winton

Kovacs to a female believer in New Revelation: ..I'g calling yous a gutless betrayer of your sex. I can see your husband's angle, he'due south a man, he's got everything to proceeds from this crapshit. Simply you? Yous've thrown away centuries of political struggle and scientific advance then you can sit in the dark and mutter your superstitions of unworth to yourself. You'll let your life, the most precious thing you have, exist stolen from you 60 minutes by 60 minutes and twenty-four hour period by day every bit long as you can eke out the existence your males will let you accept. And so, when y'all finally die, and I hope it'due south shortly, sister, I really do, and so at the last you lot'll spite your ain potential and shirk the concluding power we've won for ourselves to come up dorsum and try again. You'll practise all of this because of your fucking religion, and if that child in your abdomen is female, and then y'all'll condemn her to the aforementioned fucking thing — Richard Grand. Morgan

Opposite to what a lot of people believe (or hope), condolement doesn't have the pain away. Comfort slides in abreast the pain, pulling up a chair so that nosotros have something more than sorrow in our hearts. Comfort gently expands our spirits and so that we can breathe again. Comfort opens our eyes so that we tin see possibility over again.
And on those days, whether information technology is the next day or five years removed, on that day when grief rears its night head again, comfort helps us remember that pain is not all there is — Peggy Haymes

I hope we will never over again see such a low. But I am troubled by the huge consumer installment debt which hangs over the people of the nation, including our own people. — Gordon B. Hinckley

. . . what I told Malory happened next is that when he looked over at her then information technology was like he'd been waiting a hundred years to see her, and this crazy ass Ledfeather girl all the manner from Standing Rock, she looked off later the elk and then back at Doby through her pilus, similar she'd maybe been waiting for him too, but was scared a fiddling, wanted to exist certain, and so Doby opened his mouth and said her proper noun across the backseat of Junior's cab, Claire, like a blossom opening in his mouth, and she held her lips together and nodded give thanks y'all to him, yeah, thank you, and then swallowed what was in her throat and just allow the sides of their hands touch together again some similar it didn't really matter.
Just it did. — Stephen Graham Jones

Frodo: Mordor. I hope the others observe a safer route.
Sam: Strider volition look after them.
Frodo: I don't suppose we'll ever meet them once more.
Sam: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. Nosotros may. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Don't exist upset," he whispered.
"I couldn't stop it from happening," she said in a plaintive voice.
"You lot weren't supposed to," he said tenderly. "I was playing with you. Teasing you."
"But I wanted it to last longer. It's our wedding night, and it'south already over." Pausing, Beatrix added glumly, "At least my part of it is."
Christopher averted his face, merely she could see that he was struggling to contain a laugh. When he had mastered himself, he looked down at her with a slight grinning and smoothed her hair back from her confront. "I tin make you ready once again."
Beatrix was serenity for a moment equally she evaluated her spent nerves and limp body. "I don't call up so," she said. "I experience like a wrung-out kitchen mop."
"I promise to make yous ready again," he said, his voice threaded with amusement.
"Information technology will accept a long time," Beatrix said, even so frowning.
Gathering her into his arms, Christopher crushed his oral cavity over hers. "I can merely hope so. — Lisa Kleypas

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