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

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

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

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

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

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.

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

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