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

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

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

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

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

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.