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

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.

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

Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

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