HOPE
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.
HOPE, HOPE HAS TO BE MAINTAINED
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
HOPE, FLOWERS HAVE NO TOMORROW