Quote by Norman Cousins

The capacity for hope is the most significant fact of life. It provides human beings with a sense of destination and the energy to get started.


The capacity for hope is the most significant fact of life.

Summary

This quote by Norman Cousins emphasizes the importance of hope in our lives. It suggests that hope is not just a mere emotion, but rather a fundamental aspect of human existence. Hope gives us a purpose, a direction to move towards, and the motivation to take the first steps. It acknowledges that hope is what fuels our actions, enabling us to overcome obstacles and pursue our goals. In essence, this quote highlights that hope has the power to shape our lives and provide us with the strength needed to face the challenges that come our way.

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By Norman Cousins
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