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

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

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

All human wisdom is summed up in two words wait and hope.

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

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

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.