Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.
HOPE, A CHANCE TO DO IT AGAIN SOMETIME
The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.