Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out.
Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Hope is a feeling that life and work have meaning. You either have it or you don’t, regardless of the state of the world that surrounds you.
Work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed.
It lies in human nature that where you experience your first laughs, you also remember the age kindly.
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
The deeper the experience of an absence of meaning – in other words, of absurdity – the more energetically meaning is sought.
When a truth is not given complete freedom, freedom is not complete.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren’t in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.
Without free, self-respecting, and autonomous citizens there can be no free and independent nations. Without internal peace, that is, peace among citizens and between the citizens and the state, there can be no guarantee of external peace.