I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .
I can see in your eyes that there’s no seam of untapped joy left in you. The best of life has come and gone. Those days when sudden epiphanies swept over you, and you had visions of the rightness of all things and of your place amongst them; they’re history. You’re in a darker place now.
The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.
...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.
Tired faith all worn and thin, for all we could have done, and all that could have been.
I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.
Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
