“ Get some sleep. Our troubles will still be there on the morrow ”
I inhale hope with every breath I take.
~ Sharon Kay Penman
I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine.
It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endings, too.
…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...
