You are too full of your own hopes to hold anyone else's.

Easy, now, and listen to me. It hurts, yes. Seems like more than you can take, but it isn't. You think you're going to die, but you won't. Listen to me, because I've been there, and I know. Each minute. Each hour. Each day, it gets better.

People without hope are a dangerous crowd, even in a republic.

Nem lett volna szabad reménykednie, de a remények olyanok, akár a gyom: mindegy, milyen gyakran tépi ki az ember, mindig újra kihajtanak.