Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Death of Impossibility

Hope is the death of impossiblity and the beginning of joy kept in the heart of something that is not seen but sure to happen; it is what you hold on to when there's nothing left to clutch on to; it is what awaken dead hearts; it is ignoring any discouragement; it is what makes you pursue something with passion; it is what keeps the ship sailing through the nights; it is what is across the sea that opens in a new world.



"Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me."

~ Emily Dickinson, Hope

"The word which God has written on the brow of every man is Hope."

~ Victor Hugo from Les Misérables

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