In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If you look closely enough, amid the merciless and the bitter, there is always the chance that you may find comfort and the promise of something good.
There's no point breaking a lot of crockery unnecessarily.
Hope is like one of those orchids that grows around toxic waste: lovely in itself - and an assertion, if you like, of indefatigable good - but a sure sign that something nasty lies underneath.
Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
I'm not always optimistic. You wouldn't have all cylinders cooking if you were always like Mary Poppins.
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
One of the hardest things is to create hope.
When someone follows you all the way to the shop and watches you buy toilet roll, you know your life has changed.
One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.