It was no longer pleasant to exchange glances with the moon. It symbolized neither the Unattainable, as it had for thousands of years, nor the Attained, as it had for a few decades, but the Lost. A stolen coin, the muzzle of one's gun turned against one, a round hole in the fabric of the sky.

But she knew, though very vaguely, that she was crying, because hope hurts terribly when it breaks through the resignation in which you have lived for days.

Издръжливостта може да надживее надеждата.

The great and mighty go their way unchecked. All the hope left in the world is in the people of no account.

In diversity is life and where there's life there's hope, was the general sum of his creed, a modest one to be sure.

Hope is a slow business.