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

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.

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

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

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.