Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.

Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.