disappointment, never lose infinite hope
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.
