“Hope!” she cried, almost laughing. “Of course we need it.”
“But what if it always feels out of reach?” asked her friend.
“Hope doesn’t live out there. It never has. We don’t discover it in the sky, or even in other people. There, deep inside the oceans of your own true self- it lives.
And, as much as we must breathe to go on, we must hope.”

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