We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.
I dream of a world where hope replaces fear. A world where a murdered man can stand in court to face his murderer. Where a crippled soldier, shrapnel in his spine can be killed, healed, then brought back to life to walk again.
Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.