Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

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

God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right even though I think it is hopeless.

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