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

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

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

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

I am prepared for the worst, but hope for the best.

To communicate the truths of history is an act of hope for the future.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.