The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

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

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

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

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

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.

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