HOPE, HONEY WITHOUT FLOWERS
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.
I find hope in the darkest of days
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.