This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Or renounce life altogether! Accept fate obediently as it is, once and for all, and stifle everything in myself, renouncing any right to act, to live, to love.
That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith.
What are you waiting for in order to give up?
He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.
Here is a truth, a truth by which to live: there is hope. There is always hope. If we choose to abandon it, our souls will turn to ash and blow away.
You know, if it doesn't work, we can always cut it.
Everybody sooner or later has to drop the luggage and the baggage of illusions.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
