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

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

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