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

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

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

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

Never deprive someone of hope it might be all they have.

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

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

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

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

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.