Quotes by Donna Lynn Hope

She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months, the first time ever, she began to weep, and as she did she knew that with the retreat of hope her heart had finally caught up with her head. And as each tear spilled over she let them go, she was letting go.

Just following orders is no excuse unless youre in the bedroom.

I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.

Some things you sentence yourself to life for.

Be careful how you live. Someone is always watching and will look to you as an example, an excuse, or a warning. The message some choices send is why struggle to do the right thing when you can do the wrong thing and be happy. Should we be happy or should we be right?

You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.

Its easy to be a saint when all youve known is the good.

She didnt care about anything, or maybe she cared too much.

If youre nice, decent, attractive, get good grades and are talented, no one wants to read about that...They want to read whats out-of-the-ordinary, the scandalous, the shocking and the tragic. They want a story; they want to be captivated and whats typical does not give them that...unless, of course, that person ends up a victim, commits a crime or loses their minds via a love affair.

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. Im craving a great adventure -- one that leads me back home.

If you are without contention and still have the ability to make people think, their ego is going to take a hit and as a result theyre not going to like you. They dont want to think. They want to be right, unrivaled or entertained.

Instead of being proud that you led someone to God, be more concerned with the person you pushed away from Him.

I must be out of my mind if I loved you in spite of everything youve done, and anyone else would condemn you for it, but I cant condemn you at all. In my own troubled mind, I loved you for it.

The writer in her went silent and hid when her revealing words were wide-spread read.

Their love story: It’s when logic fell in love with paranoia and paranoia learned to love logic; logic grounded paranoia and paranoia turned up the heat because logic never knew where that heat would come from. Logic needs to be stimulated and paranoia needs to be soothed and therefore they need each other, which resulted in the birth of combustion. The end.

You love the word love but you don’t really love and you don’t want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.

All the bruised lives, searching hearts...Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.

The earth is grounding while the mountains, curvaceous and sweeping, offer a blanket of refuge. Their woods are abounding in camouflage as their leaves sway about in continuous, florid dance. There is an air of invulnerability that is exclusive to the woods, which is why she’s most happy among them. She doesn’t mind beasts as they are preferable to humans and much less threatening; beasts, you see, although dangerous, are incapable of the enmity that permeates beyond the shade of the woods.

What an ambiance, and such a pity Im alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane - a massage for the mind. And a comforting one, too.

Speaking of happiness, those distinctive moments are found outdoors – in the fall, in the winter and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.