HOPE
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
HOPE, FLOWERS HAVE NO TOMORROW