Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.
And when I raised myself to look at the man who’d spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
It’s less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can’t stop from happening.
Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.
