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

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

There are hurdles, there are handicaps, hardships you have to face in life, but you hope for a great future.

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

To communicate the truths of history is an act of hope for the future.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

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