This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

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

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

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

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.