This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

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.

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.