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

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

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

Courage is like love it must have hope for nourishment.

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.

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

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.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.