“Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked with kings and conversed in languages never heard in this land. Once I had stood at the prow of a Sea Wolf ship and sailed oceans unknown to seamen here. I had ridden horses through desert lands, and dined on exotic foods in Arab tents. I had roamed Constantinople’s fabled streets, and bowed before the Holy Roman Emperor’s throne. I had been a slave, a spy, a sailor. Advisor and confidant of lords, I had served Arabs, Byzantines, and barbarians. I had worn captive’s rags, and the silken robes of a Sarazen prince. Once I had held a jeweled knife and taken a life with my own hand. Yes, and once I had held a loving woman in my arms and kissed her warm and willing lips…Death would have been far, far better than the gnawing, aching emptiness that was now my life.”

“Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.”

“For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.”

“I ask, ‘Is the cup half-empty or half-full?’ And when I ask that question, I am amazed at how many people have no cup.”

“Regret is the strongest anchor that latches on to the ground, and you carry it within you, it is a feeling quite unlike others for it is despair mingled with hope.”

“Hope is a fine killing thing.”

“The only recourse for an escape artist from world affairs is to explore their inner sanctum where hopes, dreams, insecurities, and despair collide.”

“Yet something else trickles in between the cracks of this despairing thought. The hope of something to fill that emptiness. The hope that, perhaps, I have found it already. And suddenly hope is a thing alive, soaring in me. Its wings beat against my ribs, wild with the promise of joy.”

“We all get in a funk sometimes.It doesn’t mean you’re failing, or ungrateful, or stupid, or lost. It means you’re human.The Funk happens. For all of us. We can’t be happy all the time. We don’t need to be.”

“something was dead in each of us,and what was dead was hope.”

“I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me nowis a beginning or an end.”

“The optimist’s hope and the pessimist’s despair: reciprocal illusions.”

“There is a sacred time, when the soul desire to know the spirit.”

“Hope says: one dayyou will see her, if you will only wait.Despair says:all you have left of her is your bitterness.Beat, heart…The earthhas not swallowed everything.”

“I have faced many moments of despair, thank God who relieved me from distress.”