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

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

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

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

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

Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.

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