I gave the book to him because I wanted Henry to have the most important thing anyone can have. Hope. Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.
Sometimes the brightest light comes from the darkest places.
People break down into two groups when they experience something lucky. Group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign... evidence that there
is someone up there watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck, a happy turn of chance. I'm sure the people in group number two are looking at those 14 lights in
a very suspicious way. For them, the situation isn't 50-50. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that fills them with fear.
Yeah, there are those people. But there's a whole lot of people in the group number one. When they see those 14 lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever's going to happen, there'll be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.
It was a glorious thing, to be given hope, when all had seemed lost.
Whenever I counted on someone, I ended up getting hurt. <...> Therefore, it is better never to count on anyone.
And I don't know which path to take
Here's hoping
You'll help me to resist.
I know it's crazy to believe in silly things,
It's not that easy.