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.
Therefore he gives man hope, – in reality it is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.[Dazu giebt er dem Menschen die Hoffnung: sie ist in Wahrheit das übelste der Uebel, weil sie die Qual der Menschen verlängert.]
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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.
Life without hope is impossible.[Also known as:]To live without Hope is to Cease to live.[Cовершенно без надежда жить невозможно.]