He hesitated, remembering something Finnikin had said to him on their journey. That somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
I don't believe we shall ever again have any form of society in which men will be free. One should not hope for it. One should not hope for anything. Hope is invented by politicians to keep the electorate happy.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
People need stories, child. They bring us hope, and that hope is real. If that's the case, what does it matter whether people in them actually lived?
We need never be without hope because we can never be irreparably broken.
Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.
Hope can get you through anything.
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.
Love without hope will not survive. Love without faith changes nothing. Love gives power to hope and faith.
I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.
It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now...cry with me. Like your entire body...is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that...I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least...to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.
Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures.
My days I devote to reading and experiments in chemistry, and I spend many of the clear nights in the study of astronomy. There is, though I do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. There it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope.
It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.
Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.
Your guardian angel never, ever stops communicating with you. I feel that at times they should be frustrated with us but they seem to have endless patience and they never ever give up on us.
Let there be room left in your heart for the unimaginable ~ serendipity has a way of showing itself just when you feel like giving up.
