Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Extremism and terrorism are based on lack of hope and an ideology that takes advantage of that.
The animal lacks both anxiety and hope because its consciousness is restricted to what is clearly evident and thus to the present moment: the animal is the present incarnate.
Cynicism is a form of cowardice, a failure of courage to hope.
Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.
Understandably, no peace can sustained when people continue to suffer from hunger, lack of jobs, lack of basic public services - and most of all - lack of opportunity or hope.
The cynics, they can only speak of the dark, of the obvious, and this is not hard. For all it's supposed sophistication, it's cynicism that's simplistic. In a fallen world, how profound is to see the cracks?
Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us.
Cynicism cripples our imagination and limits our ability to see faint possibilities amidst glaring problems.
I am not optimistic, but I've never been optimistic about humankind or America. The evidence never looks good in terms of forces for good actually becoming prominent.
And now I wish I hadn’t been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!” “No, no!” said Alverstoke soothingly. “Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!
Pessimist: The optimist who didn't arrive.
When young people grow up with fear as the norm, they don't have the luxury to dream.
Cynicism isn't smarter, it's only safer. There's nothing fluffy about optimism.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
I was giving up--being realistic, as people liked to say, meaning the same thing. Being realistic made me feel bitter.
We have Not one In common No two Are shaped alike The third Because of that eye we lack In the fourth Direction there is no hope The fifth is at the heart.
The police are controlled by the whites, the media are controlled by the whites, the army's controlled by the whites, what hope is there for change? Administration changes from underneath.
A situation in a public office is secure, but laborious and mechanical, and without the great springs of life, hope and fear.
The worst fault of the working classes is telling their children they're not going to succeed, saying: There is life, but it's not for you.
