The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – /That perches in the soul – /And sings the tune without the words – /And never stops at all.
Hope is a very unruly emotion.
Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.
We all hope for a – must I say the word – recipe, we all believe, however much we know we shouldn’t, that maybe somebody’s got that recipe and can show us how not to be sick, suffer and die.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Hope is slowly extinguished and quickly revived.
To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.
Hope costs nothing.