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

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

Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

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

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

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

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.