To communicate the truths of history is an act of hope for the future.

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

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

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

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

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

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

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