Quote by Margaret Weis

Hope is the denial of reality.

Hope is the denial of reality.

Summary

This quote suggests that hope can sometimes serve as a form of denial or escape from accepting the harshness of reality. By relying on hope, individuals may refuse to acknowledge or confront the true and potentially difficult aspects of a situation. It implies that hope can be seen as a coping mechanism that downplays the truth, acting as a barrier to accepting and facing the realities of life.

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