“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm.
Poem Excerpt by Emily Dickinson, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, 1861
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.” – Vaclav Havel