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

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

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

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

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

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.

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