“Le Goût du néantMorne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L’Espoir, dont l’épéron attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t’enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle bute.Résigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute.Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, L’amour n’a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute;Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte!Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur!Et le Temps m’engloutit minute par minute, Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur;Je contemple d’en haut le globe en sa rondeurEt je n’y cherche plus l’abri d’une cahute.Avalance, veux-tu m’emporter dans ta chute?”

“So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox…”

“Keep hoping until hope dies; remember, however, that hope never dies! Just take good steps with faith and hope!”

“If you are still alive, time is now, reject sin, seek righteousness.”

“…her entire being suspended between newborn faith and ancient hopelessness.”

“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.”

“اليأس ليس حالة عامة، بل هنالك يأسٌ خاص بحالات ما، ولا يعني أن الشخص قد استنفد كل الخيارات ويئس من الحياة برمتها، فذلك اليائس تماماً هو من يقدم على الانتحار فقط.”

“You have the freedom and the ability to decide what to do with your life, and that includes learning how to welcome happiness again. It’s a conscious choice we each have to make, to emerge from the embers of profound loss and hopelessness, to become the fire that warms us, lights our path, all of it. We can embody that warmth and light.”

“Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels.”

“Who’s gonna bring the wild animals some hope? If we don’t love them the way they are..”

“For this reason, it is well said that misfortune is sometimes good for something, for it teaches at the same time that it hurts.”

“Hopeful people are more easily controlled, but the volume must be managed. Too much hope leaves a person emboldened and resistant. Too little leaves them disabled and useless. But just the right amount of hope subjugates them. They cradle it like a dying ember, and they’ll do anything to keep the wind from extinguishing it. They’ll serve.”

“There seems to be no hope. But pretending to be hopeful is the only grace we have . . .”