“It wasn’t enough but it was a start. It might keep him going…”

“Our dreams are never realized and as soon as we see them betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality. No sooner do we see them betrayed than we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.”

“Hope is born out of an active response to what is offered.”

“His chest rises and falls heavily, his thumb stroking my cheekbon, and he finally tells me, “Dum spiro, spero”.”

“Trust what you feel.There are so many ways the heart speaks to us.”

“Everyone we meet has wounds upon their heart.Everyone is waiting for someone to scatter the seeds of love amongst their tears and to be patient enough to wait for their beautiful fragrance of dreams to awaken once more.”

“May you thrive where others tumble.”

“This is the shadow of hope. Knowing that we may never see the realization of our dreams, and yet still showing up.”

“We cry from pain, from loss, and from loneliness, but mostly we cry because we still have hope, and because we can still find joy even on the darkest and coldest of winter nights.”

“If. If. If this all happened! I, F, – he had to hang on to those two little letters, just one tiny two letter word. If. So much hope and dread hung in the balance on those two little blips in the alphabet! A chasm in fact!”

“Yet what is expectation but a kind of folly, and what is that folly but an excess of hope?”

“Take comfort in a light only darkness provides.”

“[The cross] is a way of life that we live out. It is a practice that involves risk. It is a story that, if truly told, courts danger but moves also into hopeful solidarity, the solidarity of those who are moved by the pain of God in the midst of this world, or by the pain of the world in the midst of God.”

“Cemeteries are full of bodies that despair has enslaved.”

“Every man in the town set to work at once to repair the damage and no one had time to think of the meaning of the victory of the bridge, but going about his affairs in that ill-fated town in which the waters had destroyed or at least damaged everything, he knew that there was something in his life that overcame every disaster and that the bridge, because of the strange harmony of its forms and the strong and invisible power of its foundations, would emerge from every test unchanged and imperishable.”