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

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

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

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

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

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