Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.
HOPE, HOPE HAS TO BE MAINTAINED