For every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?

Hope is a form of conscious dream making.

His face was tense, his jaw flexed as he stared at her. She could hardly stand to meet his eyes. They were an ocean of betrayal. They probed her, searching for the smallest sign that she didn't mean it. That spark of hope that never seemed to go out.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

Happiness is always there. You just have to choose to see it. There's no point dwelling in the dark and ignoring the light of the stars.