There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.