#Hopeful

"My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!"

"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."

"You were never created to live depressed, defeated, guilty, condemned, ashamed or unworthy. We were created to be victorious."