"When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope."

Previous Quote

Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world.

— Charles Dickens