Reader, do you think that it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since, in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you? (from The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo)
I love this because I love it when hope surprises you. When you defy the conventional wisdom and dare to give yourself permission to hope even a little bit and that hope pans out. And even if it doesn’t pan out, isn’t it better to be the kind of person who still has hope?