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

The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.

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

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

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

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

It's a good place when all you have is hope and not expectations.

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

The greatest joys are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in what we hope for.

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