Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

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.

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

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

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

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

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

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.