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

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

The greatest joys are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in what we hope for.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

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

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

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

The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.