Gayle Forman Quotes

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

Nobody likes a child to die or losing an election.

The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible.

There are no deliverers. They're all dead.

The world is always terrible.

Over the decades people from all walks of life have told me, 'When your father died, so did my hope.'

If there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.

An act of evil is the death of wonder

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

I just don't have a lick of optimism left in me.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

Any system which says, This is a rotten world, wait for the next, give up, do nothing, succumb--that may be the basic Lie and if we participate in believing it and acting (or rather not acting) on it we involve ourselves in the Lie and suffer dreadfully... which only reinforces that particular Lie.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.