Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.

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

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

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

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.