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

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

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

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

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

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.

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

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.