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

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.

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

We have to always hope in humanity that people will make the right choices.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.