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

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

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 the dream of a waking man.

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.