A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
HOPE, FLOWERS HAVE NO TOMORROW
Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.