We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope, because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.
It hurts doesn’t it? Your hopes dashed, your dreams down the toilet. And your fate is sitting right besides you.