Michael Ian Black Quotes

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.

We think of our future as anticipated memories.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

I don't stretch my hand out anymore, but I never get tired of waiting for the next magic.

We were always dreaming of how it was going to be.

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

I don't have any expectations of anything.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

My favorite memory is Tomorrow. Tomorrow's family moments are what I look forward to every day. No single favorite. Just Tomorrow.

We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.

It seems to be the fate of man to seek all his consolations in futurity.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

We must rediscover the distinction between hope and expectation.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

I just can't think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already... It's too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

When people say, 'She's got everything', I've got one answer - I haven't had tomorrow.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

I suppose I always find a lot of characters that are deeply, deeply keening with a sense of yearning and desire through sadness, but they have a bravery that keeps them going despite that.

I'm always sad to leave paradise, but I leave behind the hopes of coming again soon.

Just as my search for my mother had in some ways shaped my life, her faith that I was alive had shaped hers. She couldn't search, but she did the next best thing: She stayed still.

I struggle every day to hold on to what little hope I can find.