"Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for."
"Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love."
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Source: Seamus Heaney (2014). “The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes”, p.81, Farrar, Straus and Giroux
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