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

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

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

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

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

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

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

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

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.