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.

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

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

I am proud to have been capable of giving people hope again.

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

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

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

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

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