Hope is the dream of a waking man.

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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