A quote I find in my notebook, mysteriously separate from everything else, so it stands there, in my handwriting, without the context of a speaker or a story, apocryphally:
In the end, I hope it will have been enough.
Weeks gone now, since it was said, I find the phrase while flipping through for something else and I pause. The words grab at me, deja vu of a prayer I've prayed, a shout of despair bearing a hope for salvation. In the end, I hope it will have been enough.