Therefore he gives man hope, in reality it is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.
Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. Falling into an interminable ennui. And meanwhile, the others are busy. They are not sitting helplessly waiting.
The whole world is now for me divided into two halves: one half is she, and there all is joy, hope, light: the other half is everything where she is not, and there is all gloom and darkness…
When you have plenty of good strong hating you don’t need hope because the hating will be enough to nourish you.
To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.