Cocoo Monologue

The emotion of hope is important because life is uncertain. Factors such as wealth, education and opportunity may play a role in dividing people into different social categories, but no amount of privilege or advantage can shield a person from disappointment, pain, loss or death. These are universal adversities for all humankind. The word hope can be defined in different ways. Many religious people think of hope as a virtue, along with faith and love. Survivors of trauma often credit hope as the inspiration that kept them going. A realists may say that hope is nothing more than wishful thinking. No matter how it is defined, whether it is a belief or a feeling, hope is the idea of something bigger than oneself. The application of hope can

Despite the bitter realities, we always search for the silver lining or light at the end of the tunnel. There's always that one key aspect that keeps one motivated to continue on. The value of Hope is proven in Elie Wiesel's memoir Knight as well as throughout The True Story of Hansel and Gretel by Louise Murphy. Although the key to survival is maintaining hope, while simultaneously the delusions can be one's Achilles Heal.

Hi there. My name is Genevieve (Jenna for short) and I’m proud to say I am a part of CCU’s class of 2019. I come from a small town in the middle of nowhere in Harford County, Maryland. I have two younger sisters, so I’m the first one of the family to tackle this adventure. I’m planning on majoring in communication with a minor in photography. I discovered my passion for writing/business/broadcasting when I was placed into a journalism class in tenth grade. I never thought I’d end up being the business manager and one of many reporters on a staff that created a 20-page newspaper every month for the next three years, and a main anchor on our daily morning announcements.

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is

the ride back to Vaughn’s loft, he apologized several times. Justine just wasn’t trying to hear it.

As I begin to ascend the mountain, Indians and Spaniards wait at the foot of the mountain, as if they are the Israelites and I are alone is off to speak with God. I know that from this peak I will be able to see the western water, what I have already decided to name the South Sea. I take a musket with me. The Spaniards have been warned, if they follow me, I will use it, because discovery is a tricky matter and I wants no competition. I begin my ascend slowly up the pristine slopes, over the mud and the leaves.

Introduction In The Anatomy of Hope, Jerome Groopman defines hope as "the elevating feeling we experience when we see—in the mind's eye—a path to a better future. Hope acknowledges the significant obstacles and deep pitfalls along that path. True hope has no room for delusion" (Groopman, 2004, p. xiv). He also describes hope as "an act of defiance that … permits a person to live his life on his own terms.

Charlie planted the plan around me so my mind would be free of it. “I prayed I would never see you.” My eyes went back to my father. “Not because I didn’t want to see you. Oh no, I longed to see your face since the day Mother Country took you from me.”

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Hope everything is well! I wanted to reach back out, about possibly coming to Konami to get some more footage with Andre. Just to build his biography more for the episode, be great to see him in his work enviroment. Let me know if this is something we can setup in the coming weeks? Also, we’d love to follow him in his day to day too. Meeting him at his home or doing an activity he loves outside of work. Look forward to hearing back!

Hope is directed towards something that we cannot control – something that does not depend on us. We do not genuinely hope for something that we know will happen, or that we have control over. There would be no point in hoping for that, I realized only after Amel mentioned it. And there is also only one true hope; only one hope, deep within, that without we would be truly "hopeless." That is, the root hope that God gifted us. I denied this hope in my foolishness, but it never, for a second, abandoned me, because it is wonderfully

But if we turn our glance from our own needy and embarrassed condition to those who have overcome the world, then, instead of the restless striving and effort, instead of the constant transition from wish to fruition, and from joy to sorrow, instead of the never-satisfied and never-dying hope which constitutes the life of the man who wills, we shall see that peace which is above all reason, that perfect calm of the spirit, that deep rest, that inviolable confidence and serenity, only knowledge remains, the will has vanished. We look with deep and painful longing upon this state, beside which the misery and wretchedness of our own is brought out clearly by the contrast. Yet this is the only consideration which can afford us lasting consolation, when, on the one hand, we have recognised incurable suffering and endless misery as essential to the manifestation of will, the world; and, on the other hand, see the world pass away with the abolition of will, and retain before us only empty nothingness.

“So I got us tickets to see Karamatsu.” Choromatsu shared the tickets among his brothers, “When he gets backstage, we’ll confront him there. Got it?”

Desmond Tutu once said: “Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” As stated in the quote, the feeling of hope motivates people to look forward to a new tomorrow, and some literature works elaborate on the basic fact of ‘Never losing hope.’ Emily Dickinson, a well-acclaimed poet, highlights an accurate portrayal of the abstract concept of hope in her poem, entitled “‘Hope’ Is The Thing With Feathers,” through the usage of having a balladic nature, inimitable formatting, a powerful metaphor, vivid imagery, and stylistic alliteration. Although Dickinson’s way of expressing the message differs much from Tutu’s, readers can note multiple similarities. Both works portray differing definitions of what hope means