#hopeless

Looks like we have quite the predicament here, boys.” I smile at both of them, then eye the coffee in Breckin’s hands. “I see the Mormon brought the queen her offering of coffee. Very impressive.” I look at Holder and cock my eyebrow. “Do you wish to reveal your offering, hopeless boy, so that I may decide who shall accompany me at the classroom throne today?” Breckin looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Holder laughs and picks his backpack up off the desk. “Looks like someone’s in need of an ego-shattering text today. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#colleen-hoover #dean-holder #funny #hopeless #sky-and-holder

Sometimes I wonder what Hope feeds on? How does it survive even where its chances are minimal or none at all? Is it the positive outlook of ones nature or does it feed off desperation and that need to hold on to something that will keep you going? Is it the truth that fuels it or lies which is easier and more bearable ? How does it hold on and find root, does it camouflage the realities and sugarcoats the pain or pushes you to believe in alternate realities that are nothing but mind play? Why can't we ever give up on Hope? How does it manage to control us so much? That even the harshest realities appear with a silver lining and wrapped in rainbow coloured ribbons? Why despite all odds we still prefer to Hope, when we can accept the reality, change our course and move on? Which facts does Hope base its conclusions on, the past or the present? The good times that were? But if you have to Hope, for similar or better, then probably they don't exist anymore, then why hold on and push away the inevitable? So what does Hope really base its Hope on, the person I was or the person I am yet to become, the dreams I had or the ones I am yet to see, the desires that were fulfilled or the ones that stand in silence waiting for their turn?? I often wonder, how Hope always manages to find its way home! ↗

— Merlin Francis

#change

Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#hope #hopelessnes #love #love

Sergei doesn’t yearn for love…he thirsts for domination, and now he has finally achieved it. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#defeat #hopelessness #ilyse-charpentier #melika-dannese-lux #realization

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#hopelessness #music #song #music

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#depression #despair #hopelessness #leaves #metaphor

[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light. ↗

— Christine de Pizan

#eyes #grief #hope #hopelessness #light

One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#hopelessness

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

Dean Holder? Messy brown hair? Smoldering blue eyes? A temper straight out of Fight Club? ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopelessness