Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

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

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

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

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

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

Courage is like love it must have hope for nourishment.

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

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

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