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

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

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

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.

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

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

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

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

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