Lost Hopes Quotes

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.

He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.

I am the assasin of my dreams.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

There would be no wedding for me. No bridal hopes. Not with Seth, not with anyone. Those things were lost to me forever. There was only an eternity alone, no lifelong lovers, only those I shared a night with…. - Georgina

You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?" What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished . . .

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

People come to Los Angeles and sell their soul every day. It's sad.

We all have our prayer-wheels which we set up on the steppes. The indifferent winds come and carry most of them away to gasp out their little lives in the desert, for few reach heaven.