Hope

"I remained on the ladder, looking at the figurine in my hand. You're wrong, Aunt Josie,
I thought. It's not pride I'm feeling. It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are
immediate, violent, and hot. This one sites inside you quietly and eats you from the inside out
like the trichina worms the pigs get. It's the Eighth Deadly Sin. The one God left out.

Hope."
~A Gathering Light by Jennifer Donnelly

Until I read this passage, I thought I'd dealt with this...