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I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
Like all parents, my husband and I just do the best we can, hold our breath and hope we’ve set aside enough money for our kid’s therapy.
The only thing I hope I did was never put in question my love for the game, or my passion to be counted on when it mattered most.
There is no word for feeling nostalgic about the future, but that’s what a parent’s tears often are, a nostalgia for something that has not yet occurred. They are the pain of hope, the helplessness of hope, and finally, the surrender to hope.
People tend to overstate my resilience, but, of course, I hope they’re right.
I do insist on making what I hope is sense so there’s always a coherent narrative or argument that the reader can follow.
I don’t believe that I’m better than anybody, but I do believe that I’ll try harder than most and I hope that people just join me for a little bit of a ride.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
Music is something that always lifts my spirits and makes me happy, and when I make music I always hope it will have the same effect on whoever listens to it.
Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can’t even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.