HOPE
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right even though I think it is hopeless.
god, grant, courage, give up, hope