There are times in life when a person has to rush off in pursuit of hopefulness.
— Jean Giono, afterword to The Man Who Planted Trees
I want to run and go search for it, but I know it is right here, if I look.
There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him, that in the end, the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (p.901)