No hope, but death, to bury up our shame. Phillip – Act IV, scene 7
Yaşamda belli bir noktaya gelince, en son ölen umut değil, en son umut ölümdür.
Everything is new and doomed.
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.
Purgatory is hell with hope.
It was little more than a weak flame flickering under the weight of his melancholia, but it was there. A splinter of possibility. Maybe he didn't want to die. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to live. It didn't burn away his sadness. It didn't make his future appear any less dark. But it was there—hope, perhaps, or something like it—and it was enough.
Music melts the soul misery.
The only thing you cannot survive is death.
What if I were not to die! What if life were given back to me-what infinity! And it would all be mine! Then I'd turn each minute into a whole age, I'd lose nothing, I'd reckon up every minute separately, I'd let nothing be wasted! He said that in the end this thought turned into such anger in him that he wished they would hurry up and shoot him
Gavin is just a kid. He hasn't figured out yet how cruel life can be. How it can take everything from you, dig in its sharp teeth and not let go. He still has hope. I can't tarnish that.
Shannon thought about all the childhood diseases that had been eradicated, but what good did it do? A child's life could still be wiped away in an instant. Why did modern people presume that they would die only in old age? Previous generations hadn't made such a presumption. She also thought about the opportunities of motherhood that were now lost to her. She wished she had said and done more to confirm Marzieh's positive sense of self. She wondered if Marzieh understood how much her mother loved her. On the fifth day things began to improve. Hope was a tiny red fish wiggling through a wide, black, slow-moving river under a dark sky. Shannon leaned over the bow of an old, splintered rowboat adrift in the water in order to greet it.
Quite the opposite actually. I think having hope is one of the most important things you can do. Once you let go of it, despair takes over. Despair will kill you quicker than hope ever could. So if you're going to hold onto something...I'm glad it's that.
Glad would he have been to know its fate who wrought it slowly long ago', comments the narrator; and his comment shows that the ancient smith was not glad, did not know, was condemned to defeat and death and oblivion in the barrows. Still, even after thousands of years hope should not be lost; nor relied on.
As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure! Compton
Open your eyes that you may see, Oh men of mildewed minds, and listen to me ye bewildered millions! Compton
I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your commandments. Compton
No hoary falsehood shall conventions that do not lead to my earthly success and happiness. Compton
In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong! Compton
I gaze into the glassy eye of yoursome god, and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broad-axe, and split open his worm-eaten skull! Compton
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophically whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Compton
